Let me lie in Willesden churchyard. The elemental woman was always close to the cat: as the elemental man was always but a point removed from the wolf. A woman isn’t much freer—in reality. “Tell him to drive—anywhere,” she exclaimed. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. I’m not mad that he has eyes for you instead of me, not mad at all.
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