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"What would you like most in this world?" he asked. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one leg after another. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder. ’ Gerald grinned. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes.
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