“When I do come,’’’ she says, now recalling the quotation, ‘“she will speak not, she will stand, either hand on my shoulder, give her eyes the first embrace of my face, ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight and speech, each on each.”’ Slim shakes her head. ‘Your memory is some wonder, Bridie. Where’s that from? It’s beautiful.’ ‘“Love Among the Ruins”, of course! Robert Browning. A very underrated poet. Let’s”