Now
I understood why the Lords of Life and Death shut the doors so
carefully behind us. It is that we may not remember our first
wooings. Were it not so, our world would be without inhabitants
in a hundred years.
"Now, about that galley-story," I said, still more cheerfully, in a
pause in the rush of the speech.
Charlie looked up as though he had been hit. "The galley--what
galley? Good heavens, don't joke, man! This is serious! You don't
know how serious it is!"
Grish Chunder was right. Charlie had tasted the love of woman
that kills remembrance, and the finest story in the world would
never be written.
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