She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. Full as she was of him, it felt good to shower her kill out of her hair. But those days are over—quite over. For a time she furnished the flat.
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