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They had opened a wooden box which lay beside them.
Оглавление“Ten years!” she said. “How they have faded!”
“And the creases are tight,” said he; “they will be hard to read.”
“Letters! letters!” she exclaimed—“some of them sixty pages long! How much would they make?”
“Perhaps a quarter of a million words,” he said.
“What is to be done about it?”
“They must be selected, and then cut, and then trimmed and pruned.”
“And will that leave any idea of it?”
He answered with a simile. “You wish to convey to a man how it feels to pound stone for twelve hours in the sun. The only way you could really do it would be to take him and let him pound for twelve hours. But he wouldn’t stand for that.”
“So you let him pound for one hour,” said she, with a smile.
“I will put up a sign,” he said—
‘HERE BEGINS THE STONE-POUNDING!’
And then those who are interested will come in and try it; and the rest will peer through the fence and pass on.”
To which she responded, “I would make the sign read,
‘ADMISSION TO LOVERS ONLY!’ ”
