A new silence came between them. Nothing in the least like the
satisfactory pause that had followed their greetings—the “Well, here we
are together again, and there’s no reason why we shouldn’t go on from
just where we left off last time.” That silence could be contained in
the circle of warm, delightful fire and lamplight. How many times hadn’t
they flung something into it just for the fun of watching the ripples
break on the easy shores. But into this unfamiliar pool the head of the
little boy sleeping his timeless sleep dropped—and the ripples flowed
away, away—boundlessly far—into deep glittering darkness
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陈嘉豪