She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. ‘Did you see the man?’ Gerald asked. "Here, Caliban, go and fasten his padlock. ‘Whereas my need was very great indeed. “What a little brick!” he murmured. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. That was the true miracle of the gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they would react upon each other; and then, when these passions had served their temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin.
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