It all looks rather gay through the snow." "Very gay," she said, without moving.

And, a moment later: "Will you tell me something?
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You see"-- with a forced laugh--"I can't keep my mind--from it." "From what ?" he asked.
"The--tragedy; ours." "It has ceased to be that; hasn't it ?" "Has it?
You said--you said that w-what I did to you was n-not as terrible as what I d-did to myself." "That is true," he admitted grimly.
"Well, then, may I ask my question ?" "Ask it, child." "Then--are you happy ?" He did not answer.
"-- Because I desire it, Philip.