"as they leaned together, panting, he put into her hand a bunch of violets, and she knew, quite as though she'd seen it done, that they were stolen. Summer that is shade and moss traced itself in the veins of the violet leaves, and she crushed the coolness against her cheek."
"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had the familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."
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