’ Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. “I wish that I could forget it,” he said.
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