“But at any moment now a word, a gesture, the most trivial act might be her sesame—to what? Captain Fellows was touched with fear; he was aware of an inordinate love which robbed him of authority. You cannot control what you love—you watch it driving recklessly towards the broken bridge, the torn-up track, the horror of seventy years ahead. He closed his eyes—he was a happy man—and hummed a tune.”
— Sep 27, 2025 08:53AM
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