It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. However, as things have turned up, it's fortunate that I came back. I don’t think you understand. Everything is being done that can be. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. As they left Florence, dying men and women still scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses running, begging to join them in their journey out. ’ ‘But you are bleeding like a pig,’ came the frantic response. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery.
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