Though scarcely two hours past midnight, it was perfectly light. From the centre of the ceiling hung a replica of the temple lamp in the Taj Mahal. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor. His hands came up, his face broke apart. She gurgled. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer. "We shall have the whole village upon us while you're striking the jigger. The thought of the picture but added to her despondency. My wife doesn’t understand, doesn’t understand now. ’ ‘No, of course you could not,’ Gerald soothed. ‘God loves you, even if your father didn’t. It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing predestined about it. The pleasure intensified quickly, it was as much control as she dared to lose as she heard herself calling his name with all her breath. Would she ever find it? Sighing, she opened the door to the next room, and drew back the drapes.
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