And she realized that she, like this image of her, held a flower of life.
Ironic that in a city that had just undergone near-total destruction by fire he should be pondering how he was going to go about cooking some meat. Ragged-nerved, the corridor people squabbled among themselves.
And for the first time in his life, perhaps, there was forced into his consciousness recognition of a quality of the soul of the very existence of which he had hitherto been ignorant--unselfish gratitude.
It surprised him to see that the play which he had known at rehearsals for a disjointed lifeless thing had suddenly assumed a life of its.