"We're forgetting," he said. “Am I becoming reasonable or am I being tamed? “I’m simply discovering that life is many-sided and complex and puzzling. Anna passed serenely out. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. There is only Gerald to see me, after all. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob.
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