Why, all that makes the world such a rotten place to live in is because the people are starved all the while for beauty.
Not beauty you can buy, but beauty like this around us, that you can feast on--" "And I get pretty well fed up on it, too, sometimes," Jack put in, still perverse.
"And for that I pity you.

I was going to wash the dishes, but you can do it yourself.

I'm going out where I can forget there are any people in the world.

I'll never have another night like this--it would be too much luck for one person." She set down her cup, which she had been tilting back and forth in her fingers while she spoke.

She got up, pulled Jack's heavy sweater off a nail in the corner, and went out without another word to him or a look toward him.