He ran back to his car, glancing only once at the man in the car. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. Better even than these. You hurt the child. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. He had sufficient strength to wait upon himself. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. Each one had been different from the others, each had had a quality all its own, a distinctive freshness, a distinctive beauty.
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