If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. Gerald at once rid himself of his own glass and leapt to her assistance. If she has no children, she goes on loving her husband; but he is no longer a man but a child. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. ‘Up, Jacques, up,’ she ordered. “Uh, I think I might, Shari. " This injunction was instantly obeyed.
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