10/14 I'm sure when you're there--I'm sure when you're not." He wiped, before the glass, his wet moustache. But this morning I had an impulse." "It was beautiful. But they make me as uneasy, sometimes, your impulses, as if they were calculations; make me wonder what you have in reserve." "Because when small children are too awfully good they die? I cling to life." He had covered her with his smile, but she continued grave. |