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Wells, H. G. (Herbert George), 1866-1946

"Tono Bungay"

She had become radiant, and that made me
radiant, too.
"Yes," I said, "yes," and laughed no longer bitterly.
She clasped her hands and looked me in the eyes.
She was so pleased that I forgot absolutely my disgust of a moment
before. I forgot that she had raised her price two hundred pounds a year
and that I had bought her at that.
"Come!" I said, standing up; "let's go towards the sunset, dear, and
talk about it all. Do you know--this is a most beautiful world, an
amazingly beautiful world, and when the sunset falls upon you it
makes you into shining gold. No, not gold--into golden glass.... Into
something better that either glass or gold."...
And for all that evening I wooed her and kept her glad. She made me
repeat my assurances over again and still doubted a little.
We furnished that double-fronted house from attic--it ran to an
attic--to cellar, and created a garden.
"Do you know Pampas Grass?" said Marion. "I love Pampas Grass... if
there is room."
"You shall have Pampas Grass," I declared. And there were moments as we
went in imagination about that house together, when my whole being cried
out to take her in my arms--now.


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