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Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. ’ ‘No, no, go and fetch the men to the house. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. He knew me, Nigel.
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