“We’ve all been mixing our ideas, and we’ve got intellectual hot coppers— every blessed one of us. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. ’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep and refreshing slumber. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse.
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