During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. If they had any idea the concerts he had seen, they would have known the quality of her playing. Only Leonardo, and then Jack, had shown her that she might be admired. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. Jonathan, however, still lingered. Spurlock knew exactly what he was doing, however: speculative mischief, to see how she would act. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. Every man in her life had betrayed her one way or another. For some time he could not stir, but felt sick and exhausted. “Don’t be a hypocrite. ” The topic of his invalid wife bored him, and he turned at once to Ann Veronica. Life! Life and love! It makes me want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying splendidly. She simply refuses to see or hear from me again. "Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory.
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