'
'Still,' he said, 'I should like to go with you--nowhere. It would be
rather wandering just to nowhere. That's the place to get to--nowhere.
One wants to wander away from the world's somewheres, into our own
nowhere.'
Still she meditated.
'You see, my love,' she said, 'I'm so afraid that while we are only
people, we've got to take the world that's given--because there isn't
any other.'
'Yes there is,' he said. 'There's somewhere where we can be
free--somewhere where one needn't wear much clothes--none even--where
one meets a few people who have gone through enough, and can take
things for granted--where you be yourself, without bothering. There is
somewhere--there are one or two people--'
'But where--?' she sighed.
'Somewhere--anywhere. Let's wander off. That's the thing to do--let's
wander off.'
'Yes--' she said, thrilled at the thought of travel. But to her it was
only travel.
'To be free,' he said. 'To be free, in a free place, with a few other
people!'
'Yes,' she said wistfully.
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