"Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory. She examined Michelle’s pale face. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. He hated himself a little for it. “What do you mean?” she asked.
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