"Put it under my pillow," he said. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. “Um, he took me to the Big Apple. Efforts were made to staunch his wounds and surgical assistance sent for. Oh! and love—love! We’ve had so splendid a time, and fought our fight and won. You two have a good time. When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is blessed with children, she doesn't mind.
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