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(nothing had ever felt so young), , , , - (rain like tears shed for him that lay upon her softly shining porcelain cheeks).

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ߔ , , : , , (cant be) , , - , ( , - ߔ) - he must be less intact, even faintly destroyed... : , - , ...

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, (limpid), ; hung as in a basket from a single dull star - ... - .

: ( resistance, , ).

, : - (an insistent bird) (achieved an ill-natured triumph) ... - , , , - . , , (taking their tune) , .

, , , , . : ... , , ( , her position!) , did not... was more incongruous... an insincere little person living all in the upper register of her throat, .

: , , (rippling out stiffly like the solid hair of a tanagra figure). , ! : - , , embodying all the immaturity of the race... paper doll to pass before its empty harlots mind. . , , : , , - .

, . , , . . , , . , , ... (the very weather seems to have a quality of the past, faded weather like that of old photographs).

, , (echoing purple town, still sad with the war).

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, , - . ? shed tears... when she heard of the mishap - altogether it had been a watery day: , - . , - , ! . , , . ( , , , , ) , - , , , , , .

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, . , : listened with distaste to this rigmarole. - , , rigmarole, , , , , .

, , . , , , : an air of luck clung about her, as if she were a sort of token, - ... , . , .

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, a nice doctor, , , . , : , (stubborn), . , , . , , , glowing away, white and fresh and new, , . , .

, , , . , , , : , . , , - , . . , work is everything, ... , ... , (knowing things). . , , , : ...you used to want to create things - now you seem to want to smash them up, , , , things : -, , , , - . , , - , .

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(in the near dark). , (had drawn only a pale wash) . , , , ... (early pigs - , -, , ).

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(came quickly): , , - , (a wash, a glow, a lightness, and then explosion of fire as the sun arose out of the Gulf)... , , . (It was a morning like other and yet perfect among mornings.) , , , , , , , , - : .

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... , ... . (And this was part of the family song too. It was all part, : , ). , , : - , - , - . , : () , , () (, ), , (the Whole ), , .

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... ... , (thinly, slowly... the music of evil, of the enemy sound, but it was faint and weak...).

: - ... , , - , (the evil song was in his ears, shrilling against the music of pearl).

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- , (...from birth to the overcharge on our coffins)... , , , , .

( , ), - you have defied... the whole structure, the whole way of life - , , , -, , . . , , , .

, : ... (...he heard only the dark music of enemy). ... , - (the deep participation with all things), . : , - , , - ( - ), , , , , - .

... , , , , (the strike and withdrawal of little waves), ... (agony) , (the simple hiss of distance).

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... , , , , , (singing softly the melody of the family, of the safety and warmth and wholeness of family). - - , - .

... , , , . , , (...the dark creeping things waiting for him...).

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... , , , - , germane. : But the night was not silent ( , ), . - . : , , , , .

... , , , , . - , , (low and pulsing, nearly asleep - , ). , , . (...was alive now and driving him down on the dark enemy). , ...

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, , , , , , . lovely green water - , , - . called to it and beckoned to it - , , . , : The lights on its surface were green and lovely, : . , : . , , :

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