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He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. I will ring if I want you. They had not so far been of much personal interest to Gerald, but tonight was different.
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