It was impossible. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. A young woman with a white badge on her arm stood and counted the sections as they entered their vans. I was the last on board. “John,” she declared, “I must eat or die. “You are the most perfect, the most glorious of created things—tender, frank intellectual, brave, beautiful. "Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" vociferated Jonathan, in a tone that betrayed hot the slightest discomposure.
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