I swear it. Still, her face never betrayed this distraction. “Exactly. ” She said, rubbing Lucy’s back. She was fatigued physically and mentally, and neither mind nor body could rest. "Because it's not like you," was her answer. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. ‘Pray do not trouble yourself, Saling. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him.
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