We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. . As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might
lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of
drink. ’
‘She behaved like a madwoman,’ Hilary declared roundly. ”
She laughed gaily. Directly in range stood the strange young
man, although he was at the far side of the loft. It was a
“territory” back then, and many a Frenchman and a
Redskin both had been devoured in those caves. ”
“Go!” he said. And in these crowded four weeks,
what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes
and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows,
only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had
plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. From all angles he was at a disadvantage—in weight,
skill, endurance. "Surely," he added, staring at Rowland, "either
I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—"
"You are not mistaken, Baptist," returned Rowland with a gesture of silence; "it
is your old friend. "
"Unworthy, indeed!" sneered Mrs.
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