Richard Leblanc Valley of Sunflowers painting

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Continuing down the line of these happy thoughts, he formulated a silent speech to his resting wife. "Mishal, I'm forty years old and as contented as a forty-day babe. I see now that I've been falling deeper and deeper into our love over the years, and now I swim, like some fish, in that warm sea." How much she gave him, he marvelled; how much he needed her! Their transcended mere sensuality, was so intimate that a separation was unthinkable. "Growing old beside you," he told her while she slept, "will be, Mishal, a privilege." He permitted himself the sentimentality of blowing a kiss in her direction and then tiptoeing from the room. Out once more on the main veranda of his private quarters on the mansion's upper storey, he glanced across to the , which were coming into view as the dawn lifted the mist, and saw the sight that would destroy his peace of mind forever, smashing it beyond hope of repair at the very instant in which he had become certain of its invulnerability to the ravages of fate.