We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. She had no place she loved. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage.
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