She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. It was at the top of the building, and looked clear over a clustering mass of inferior buildings toward Regent’s Park. Earles was absolutely indifferent. They are rather a long way off, but you could write to them.
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