‘Only you made me lose my temper, and—’ ‘I made you do so? Pah!’ Gerald at last succeeded in ripping the handkerchief from her grasp, and swiftly held it to her neck, oblivious to her now bloodied fingers clawing at his hand. It was in no sense confessional; it was a state of mind in the patient the doctor had already anticipated. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. Gerald smiled and crooked his elbow. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television.
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