His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth. But the kettle would be on the hob to make punch. The inspiration-- I can call it by no other name--was that I felt how voluntarily, how transcendently, I MIGHT. What I said to myself above all was that Miles had got something out of me and that the proof of it, for him, would be just this awkward collapse.
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