[grisbi-bugs] fering. The man's instinct is alway
beefwood at crispe.com
Sat Mar 20 15:47:30 CET 2010
S as flowers and plants turn towards the light. Ah, my poor
Rose, how I should like to see you more eager and alive! In the close
attention which you give me, in the absolute faith which you place in me, my least words are
invested with a precision of meaning that invites me to go on speaking; but how
weary I am at heart! Oh, let us pass on to other
things: it is high time! Let us not sink into slumber and call it prudence:
up to now I have been content to see you sitting patiently at my feet; but I no
longer want you there. Enough of this!
I dream of roaming with you at random in the open fields, I dream of making you laugh and cry, of feeling your young soul
fresh and sensitive as your cheeks.
I dream of stirring your heart and rousing your imagination. We will go far across the countryside; together we shall see the light wane and the darkness begin; and, since you love me, you must needs admire with me the rare beauty
of all these things!... CHAPTER XIII 1 Rose was to have a holiday the next day. We arranged that she should come with the trap from
the farm, the first thing in the morning, to fetch me. We start at six
harness-bells tinkle gaily to the heavy trot of the big horse; and we laugh as we are jolted violently one against the other. We drive
through the villages, those happy Normandy
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