“Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling. There was a black fear in his heart. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. He has a way of sitting on people. He cupped her small hands in the bowl of his large ones and reassured her in the kindest manner, saying, “You will have the finest life that Florence has to offer. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child.
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