"They had never been at peace together, they two; and now he felt himself drawn downward into the strange mysterious depths of her tranquillity.
Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and improbable that to have repined would have been like despairing because one had not drawn the first prize in a ...
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Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattain...
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