"We--" It was sublime to see him beginning to resist.
"It is we who endure forever." "Endure forever! On the contrary, it is we who pass away." "We see things pass, but we endure." She shrugged her shoulders with an air of denial.

There almost was hatred in her voice as she said: "Yes--no--perhaps.

After all, what difference does it make to me?
That does not console me." "Who knows--maybe we need sadness and shadow, to make joy and light." "Light would exist without shadow," she insisted.
"No," he said gently.
"That does not console me," she said again.
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