"Since the sea has spared him, I will spare him. You promise me you’ll never grow old, you hear?” “I promise. “We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. What brings you here?” “I’m here to see my uncle. He delayed the blow till the fortunate conjuncture was past. ’ With an air of real interest, he asked, ‘I suppose you did not dig a tunnel or fly in by balloon?’ The lady gazed at him blankly. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground.
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