The things we do!

"Think of what you could do here, how happy we could be here.
Think of what we could do, together. There isn't anything I
wouldn't try to do. Why, I could do _anything_; and I'd bring
everything I got, everything, back to you,--and set it down at your
feet and say, 'I brought you this.' What would I care for it,
alone? What does it mean to me? What glory or success do I want?
Without you, what does all this world, all my life, all I can do,
mean to me after this? I knew long ago I couldn't be happy, but I
didn't know why, I know now what I wanted, all along. I can do
something in the world, I can succeed, I can be somebody now--and
now I want to, want to! Oh, I've lacked so much, I've longed so
much. Some way the world didn't seem made right. I wondered, I
puzzled, I didn't know, I couldn't understand--I thought all the
world was made to be unhappy--but it isn't, it's made for
happiness, for joy, for exultation. Why, I can see it plainly
enough now--all straight out, ahead of me,--all straight ahead of
us two!"
"How like a man you are!" she said slowly.


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