She felt she must get him talking upon some impersonal theme at any cost. Let me bind you up, and then you can attend to her. ’ She counted off on her fingers. I must stay a minute longer, if only to see you smile. Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. She's too pretty and unusual. She let her mind run into dreams of that cloud paradise of an altered world in which the Goopes and Minivers, the Fabians and reforming people believed.
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