“But I am.”
“Not as I am. You would turn it all into a jolly holiday. You don't want to see things as I want to do. You want romance. All the world is a show for you. As a show I can't endure it. I want to lay hands on it.”
“But, Cheetah!” she said, “this is separation.”
“You will have your life here. And I shall come back.”
“But, Cheetah! How can we be separated?”
“We are separated,” he said.
Her eyes became round with astonishment. Then her face puckered.
“Cheetah!” she cried in a voice of soft distress, “I love you. What do you mean?”
And she staggered forward, tear-blinded, and felt for his neck and shoulders, so that she might weep in his arms....
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