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"“Yes. Of course. I’ll let you have it sometime. I’ll try and clean it first, or put on a paper cover or something. It’s really in too filthy a condition to pass around.” Andrew said, his usually clear voice muffled by the position he was
lying in, “You needn’t for me.” Laurie knew that at this point he should not have allowed another silence to begin."

"The lovers of the innocent must protect them above all from the knowledge of their own cruelty. “You know I never want you to go.”"

"The sun slanted deep into the wood, making hidden birds sing softly. The touch of autumn struck from his youth that cosmic sadness, which time will tame like the bite of spring. Under the pale sun, beauty and fate and love and death ached through him. After a while he sighed, and took out his book."

"The blackberries tasted of frost and faint sun and smoke and purple leaves: sweet, childish, and sad."

"One could warm oneself with a good thick hate by shutting all the windows and doors; but he knew, unfortunately, beforehand, that the snugness would not last, and the fug would drive him out into the cold again, gasping for air."

"“I appreciate it, Reg. Don’t worry, I guarantee that if any seducing goes on it’ll be done by me.” He held his breath. Look out you don’t cut yourself, Reg had once said."

"The orchard smelt of September and early dew; the grass in the deep light was now the color of emerald. A blackbird, the last awake, was meditating aloud in a round, sweet whistle. Everything had the colors of farewell."

"As he looked away Andrew turned around. “We can’t go on like this, can we?” “Meaning?” said Laurie. His heart gave a racing start that almost choked him. The sky, the water, the fine leaves through which the late sun was shining, had the supernal brightness which precedes a miracle."

"Now he was here, Laurie could think of nothing to say. Andrew on the other hand seemed to have gained assurance. [...] “You have found
yourself a private Eden, haven’t you?” “It isn’t private,” Laurie said. “Everyone’s invited; but only the serpent comes.” He produced Mrs. Chivers’ tract."

"You have found yourself a private Eden, haven’t you?”