"
"I am not so sure. We won't argue that point. Is anything perfect
arguable? But if I am to stay in San Francisco I must see you."
"I'll never see you alone again."
"I have no intention of pressing that point! But the open is safe
and you must walk with me every day."
"I don't know! Oh--I don't know! And I think that I should tell
Howard."
"You will not tell Howard because you are neither cowardly nor
cruel. Nor will you ruin a perfect memory that belongs to us alone.
You do love me and that is the end of it--or the beginning of God
knows what!"
"Love!" She shivered. "Yes, I love you. Why do poets waste so many
beautiful words over love? It is the most terrible thing in the world."
"Let us try to forget it for the present," he said harshly. "Forget
everything we cannot have--"
"You have your work. You have only to work harder than ever. What
have I?"
"We will walk together every day. We can take a book out on the
beach and sit on the rocks. Read more fiction. That is its mission--
to translate one for a time from the terrible realities of life. Your
religion should be of some use to you. It is almost a pity there is
no poverty out here. Sink your prejudices and seek out poor Sibyl
Forbes. Every woman in town has cut her. In healing her wounds you
could forget your own.
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