\" Mark was tall and skinny, a mop of brown hair over a pillar of freckles. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. “It’s a nice holiday. God, Lucy, what’s it been, how many years?” “I’m so sorry, John. ’ Gerald dropped down to join her just as her hand came up, clutching the handle.
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