He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. The crash was tremendous. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. On a sudden, a change came over her countenance, which, up to this moment, had worn a smiling and satisfied expression. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. Tea in the laboratory was a sort of suffragette reception. “Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem. “So it’s like you’re a dead end?” He asked innocently. “Let’s go home. ” “Fine.
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