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Books; an inexplicable hunger to be satisfied. ‘You usually do,’ he said lightly. ’ ‘I am afraid that there is,’ Gerald told her evenly. He was all alone, like herself. \" They returned to his BMW. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks against the walls. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. ’ ‘To you,’ she said angrily. It was a letter.
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