This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 Excerpt: ...hers, and the long magic wand of the moon over them both. Very slowly their lips approached each other, and like a flower coming slowly into bloom in the summer night, their kiss was given deeply each to each. Then, arms around each other, they walked down the path to the sea. They found their favourite comfortable ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 Excerpt: ...hers, and the long magic wand of the moon over them both. Very slowly their lips approached each other, and like a flower coming slowly into bloom in the summer night, their kiss was given deeply each to each. Then, arms around each other, they walked down the path to the sea. They found their favourite comfortable rock, and settled into a hollow of it, too much in accord to need speech. The silver radiance stretched before them with a sense of infinite rest. Night laid her brooding wings of tenderness over the tired earth, and all the cares of day, all temporary concerns, seemed to slip along the glimmering ripples, and vanish over the far horizon, into some other world. The splendour of the mystical hour tranquillized their souls to an intimacy deeper than passion. They leaned softly together, full, to the hearts' brim, of passive joy. Some distant clock impressively struck two. "The perfect number," said Delayne gathering her a little closer. "It is so seldom anything really is perfect," Sheelah answered dreamily, "but this hour is. We must always remember that we were perfectly happy in it." "Perfectly happy--" he lingered over the syllables. "But don't you have a great feeling of its transiency?--as if it were a sort of mirage of the desert--and if you stretch toward it, it will vanish, and you'll wake with the old consuming thirst?" "What is that thirst, Brian?" "I think it's nothing less than the attainment of everything," he answered after a moment. "Success, after effort, fame, after failure, work, achievement, love, home; all, all, all the good things of life. We can't be content with any part of it." They were silent for awhile, in the thoughtful sympathy that made th...
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