’ Taking the chair she had indicated with a careless wave of one stiff-fingered hand, Gerald felt hope burgeoning. ‘And if he is dead I know not. She twisted to meet him and folded into his embrace. A failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions, with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all coherent means of expression. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. He had chosen his time well. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon.
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