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I want all the life there is in the world--all the beauty--all the happiness! And I can't wait--I want it soon!" From under the brim of her soft white hat her blue-gray eyes were fixed intently on the shore, which was miles away. But watching her I saw she knew that all the time I was saying desperately, "I want you." I knew she did not want me to say anything like that out loud, and I felt myself that I had no right--not until I had done so much more in my writing. But I kept circling around it. Half the time on purpose and as often quite unconsciously, in all we talked about those days I kept eagerly filling in the picture of the life we two might lead. When in one of her cool hostile moods--moods which came over her suddenly--she told me almost jealously how happy she'd been with her father abroad and how together they had planned to go to India, China, Japan in the years to come, I brought her back to my subject by saying: "I mean to travel a lot myself." "That's one advantage I have as a writer," I continued earnestly. "I'll never be tied down to one place. All my life--whenever I choose--I can pick up my work and go anywhere." She looked straight back into my eyes. "I wish my father could," she said. "Look here," I said indignantly. "Your father has been four months abroad while I have been in Brooklyn! Isn't it only fair and square to let _me_ travel this afternoon?" She looked at me reluctantly. "Yes," she agreed. "I suppose it is." "Come along," I urged, and off we went. While our boat drifted idly that long, lazy afternoon, we went careering all over the world and I kept doggedly by her side. Every now and then I would make her stop while we had a good look at each other, exploring deep into the old questions, "What are you and what do you want?" "You can't run a motorboat all your life," I reminded her. "What are you going to tackle next?" "Our living-room," she answered. "I'm going to have it done over next month." That took us into house furnishings, and I gave her ideas by the score. I had never thought about this before, but now I thought hard and eagerly--until she brought me up with a jerk, by pityingly murmuring: "What perfectly frightful taste you have. It's funny--because you're an artist--you really write quite beautiful things." "I don't care," I answered grimly. "I can see that living-room----" "So can I," she said cheerfully. "But so long as you like it, that's all
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