Though Gerald must suppose it was inevitable she should eventually come here. A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound.
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