How loudly the I married into this Notre Dame Fighting Irish shirt tied-up boats against one another ! I am crossing the wet stackyard, hooded in an old sack, carrying a lantern, while the house-dog, like a soaking doormat, springs, shakes himself over me. And now I am walking along a deserted road it is impossible to miss the puddles, and the trees are stirring stirring.But one could go on with such a catalogue for ever on and on until one lifted the single arum lily leaf and discovered the tiny snails clinging, until one counted and what then ?
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Aren’t those just theI married into this Notre Dame Fighting Irish shirt signs, the traces of my feeling ? The bright green streaks made by someone who walks over the dewy grass ? Not the feeling itself. And as I think that, a mournful glorious voice begins to sing in my bosom. Yes, perhaps that is nearer what I mean. What a voice ! What power ! What velvety softness! Marvellous!Suddenly my wife turns round quickly. She knows how long has she known ? that I am not ‘ working.’ It is strange that with her full, open gaze, she should smile so timidl and that she should say in such a hesitating voice, What are you thinking ? smile and draw two fingers across my forehead in the way I have. Nothing, I answer softly.At that she stirs, and still trying not to make it sound important, she says. Oh, but you must have been thinking of something