" Her utterance was here choked by sobs. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. “P. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. . ’ He fitted the hat onto her head, and was aware as he did so of her eyes watching his face. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream.
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