She got a bun and some cocoa in the little refreshment-room, and then wandered through the galleries up-stairs, crowded with Polynesian idols and Polynesian dancinggarments, and all the simple immodest accessories to life in Polynesia, to a seat among the mummies. “There’s no end of things I’d like to talk over with you. “Yes, John. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. I have been very foolish, but it is over. . Taking up a link, which was blazing beside him, he walked across the room; and touching a spring in the wall, a secret door flew open. You did not marry her because you loved her; you did not marry because she might have had money; you did not marry her out of gratitude; you did not marry her because you had to. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her.
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