"The natives have foolish ways of saying things. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. ” “Of how beautiful my children would be?” He finished her sentence. ” His eyes were closed. ” “Severely dampened? By what?” “By hope.
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