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274 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1960
"He always did make her laugh in the end, and when they went home and he opened a bottle of wine for dinner, she was happy again. But later, as she lay in bed and heard the sea outside, so soft, but always breathing over and over its perpetual sighs, hollow echoes of the heart that beat and beat, even asleep, drawing up time and throwing it away, then she felt how deep was the shadow under the shining surface of the sea, how small their vanishing words, sketched like ripples by the passing winds, their passing lives.
"Augustine was asleep. She laid her hand very lightly on him and felt his heart beating. It was so strange to feel that little throb and know that if it stilled all that she knew of him would be gone. But curiously, as she lay there with her hand on his side, she felt quieted; there was no reason that she could discover for the peace that came to her, but still it came, rising like a deep tide out of hidden ocean wells, unseen, far off, the secret springs. She too slept."