4/22 Believe me, _no_ burnt child ever dreaded the fire enough to keep away from it. "You brave little thing! Every moment I am learning more and more how adorable you are--" "Do men adore folly ?" "Your kind of folly. Are you cold ?" "No; only foolish. There's some sort of live creature moving rather close to me--hush! Don't you hear it ?" But whatever it was it went its uncanny way in darkness and left them listening, her small hand remaining loosely in his. |