“To my chagrin, I have. His voice now had lost its ironies. She pulled her hand away quickly. Tight. The first Step towards the Ladder. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. Jack paused for a moment, and found that his own adventures formed the subject of the ballad. Briefly explained, she was as the child who discards the rag baby for the living one. "You're a bold fellow, Jack," rejoined the blacksmith. “It’s glorious good!” “Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond —do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our arms about each other. The thought of beauty became an obsession.
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