“This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. She and John were able to see each other many times and spent long romantic winter afternoons together. He said that his life was boring and stupid without her. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible. "Red apples and snow!" he repeated. When I told her that there were no available nurses this side of Hong-Kong, she offered her services at once, and broke her journey. He never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for him.
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