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Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow ([personal profile] ikissdhimbck) wrote 2013-08-26 04:31 am (UTC)

She presses her lips to his temple.

"All right. I'll hafta get up for a moment."

The corner of her mouth flirts at a smile, anticipating the grumble those words will elicit. She honestly won't tarry longer than she has to, and in fact is up and back with a bound volume in a matter of seconds. She settles back in, and opens to a random page.

"His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once."

She's picked up A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, and doesn't too much expect he'll recognize any of it, despite the fact that she gave him a copy as a gift not so long ago. The timely thing about Twain is that his prose is often tempered with sharp humor and unyielding hope.

"But it is a blessed provision of nature that at times like these, as soon as a man's mercury has got down to a certain point there comes a revulsion, and he rallies. Hope springs up, and cheerfulness along with it, and then he is in good shape to do something for himself, if anything can be done ... "

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