he perceived that to dream of it sufficed her. It was like hearing him read aloud out of his poetry books the beautiful things that could not possibly happen in real life.
\"Oh, do go on, Newland; I do love your descriptions.\"
\"But why should they be only descriptions? Why shouldn't we make them real?\"
\"We shall, dearest, of course; next year.\" Her voice lingered over it.
\"Don't you want them to be real sooner? Can't I persuade you to break away now?\"
he perceived that to dream of it sufficed her. It was like hearing him read aloud out of his poetry books the beautiful things that could not possibly happen in real life.
\"Oh, do go on, Newland; I do love your descriptions.\"
\"But why should they be only descriptions? Why shouldn't we make them real?\"
\"We shall, dearest, of course; next year.\" Her voice lingered over it.
\"Don't you want them to be real sooner? Can't I persuade you to break away now?\"
