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He carried her to the window, so that she too, saw the view. They sank upon their knees , invisible from the road, they hoped , and began to whipser one another's names. Ah! It was worth while; it was the great joy that they had expected, and countless little joys of which they had never dreamt...
Then they spoke of other things~ the desultory talk of those who have been fighting to reach one another, and whose reward is to rest quietly in each others arms.

-E.M. Forster