When in the midst of life one wakes up from life, and sees a different brilliance in the daylight, and recreates everything, I call that purity.
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"Do you remember the day we lost our way in the cab in Paris--the day he thought he recognised us from a distance, and jumped into another cab to follow us ?" She gave a start of ecstasy.
"Oh, yes," she murmured, "that was the great day!" His voice quivered as if shaken by the throbbing of his heart, and his heart said: "Kneeling on the seat, you looked out of the little window in the back of the cab and cried to me, 'He is nearer! He is further off! He will catch us.