I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me. She was always breaking rules, whispering asides, intimating signals. She had traversed perhaps three bookshelves, passed across the door that must lead to the hall, turned the corner, and was just about to reach the fireplace when she abruptly became aware that something under her fingers had felt wrong.
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