After these secret scenes I chattered more than ever, going on volubly enough till one of our prodigious, palpable hushes occurred-- I can call them nothing else--the strange, dizzy lift or swim (I try for terms!) into a stillness, a pause of all life, that had nothing to do with the more or less noise that at the moment we might be engaged in making and that I could hear through any deepened exhilaration or quickened recitation or louder strum of the piano. The stars of heaven were falling upon the earth like the figs cast by the fig-tree which the wind has shaken. I have two bouncing grandchildren out at Sunday's Well. In those times no prize was beyond our grasp.
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