No matter. Filled as he was with conflicting emotions, any stretch of silence would be dangerous. The air was thick with feelings. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper. Red apples and snow! How often had these two things entered his thoughts since his wanderings began? Red apples and snow!—and never again to behold them! "I am going out for a little while," she said. I expect Mr.
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