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’ Exasperated, Gerald glared at her. Gerald liked her enormously. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. ‘But the fact remains that you should not have enjoyed it, you were quite right to threaten to kill me, and I— God help me!—should not have kissed you at all. “I got Sydney’s telegram at ten o’clock, and caught the ten-thirty from the Gare du Nord. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged.
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