“You remember our first meeting?” “Yes,” he answered hoarsely. Flowers, theatre boxes, carriages, the “open sesame” to the whole world of pleasure. "I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. On the way he confessed. Most of their relics are in yonder cases; but I don't remember that any of them have disturbed my rest. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. Wood became sensible that he was not alone.
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