*
Kirstie was now over fifty, and might have sat to a
sculptor. Long of limb, and still light of foot,
deep-breasted, robust-loined, her golden hair not yet mingled
with any trace of silver, the years had but caressed and
embellished her. By the lines of a rich and vigorous
maternity, she seemed destined to be the bride of heroes
and the mother of their children.
*
And lastly, he was dark and she fair, and he was male and
she female, the everlasting fountain of interest.
*
The effervescency of her passionate and irritable nature
rose within her at times to bursting point. This is the
price paid by age for unseasonable ardours of feeling.
*
Weir must have supposed his bride to be somewhat suitable;
perhaps he belonged to that class of men who think a weak
head the ornament of women--an opinion invariably punished
in this life.
*
Never ask women folk. They're bound to answer 'No.' God
never made the lass that could resist the temptation.
*
It is an odd thing how happily two people, if there are
two, can live in a place where they have no acquaintance.
I think the spectacle of a whole life in which you have no
part paralyses personal desire. You are content to become
a mere spectator. The baker stands in his door; the
colonel with his three medals goes by to the CAFE at night;
the troops drum and trumpet and man the ramparts as bold as
so many lions.
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