Don’t
say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more,
Martin. Just sit down on that stool again and let’s talk of
this in cold blood. ’
‘Undoubtedly,’ Gerald agreed. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall
through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing
depths. I don’t want to bother you, of course. I don’t know what has come over me. The
soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with
its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. “I mean REALLY
independent. It doesn't look bad, does it?"
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