“This is the slavery of the veiled life. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. Gianfrancesco became agitated. “Go from me, husband!” With a flourish he brought her arms behind her and her body was slammed to the floor. Let me go my own way towards them. So long as they're about, I'll always be rewriting them and wasting my time. As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. " "I have. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone.
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