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It reverberated in the silence. , 13, Montague St. She crawled into her small bed, dizzy with the thoughts of him, of kissing him. ” “You are very kind,” Anna said. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. 95 The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been brought in for DUI. The original passage, Martha had told her, had led only from an upstairs room to one downstairs. Now what? There was an interest, or why ask him who they were. ” “Possibly—bit by bit. I’ve bored you or something. "Manuscripts! Why, this chap is a writer, or is trying to be. He went over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. “My dear Anna! As though I should think of depressing you with my long list of misdeeds.
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