He watched her, savoring her curious attention. F. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. This moment couldn’t be better until the next moment comes. They were things I had meant very much to talk to you about, so that I went home vexed and disappointed, and only relieved myself a little by writing a few verses. “And what was that dreadful confession you had to make?” he was saying. Howsomdever, if you should reach t'other side, take an old feller's advice, and don't be foolhardy enough to venter back again. PRIVATE FIRST CLASS “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be sad.
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