She even touched lightly on her father’s unreasonableness. Her eardrums were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts. She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that he had said. He was human. He wanted to put on his overcoat and come after you and look for you—in London. The latch had not fully caught. But as the next moment all was profound darkness, Jack easily managed to break away from them. Those who act wickedly bring misery on all connected with them. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. .
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