Almost light-heartedly. ’ The eyes flashed momentarily. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. A riding-habit is all I have seen. And there was another matter. That was an admission all right. The boy doesn't know it, but I dug into his trunk for something to identify him and stumbled upon some manuscripts. I want to shout! I want to sing! I am glad! I am glad to be alive because you are alive! I am glad to be a woman because you are a man! I am glad! I am glad! I am glad! I thank God for life and you. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said.
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