She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. “You have been very kind to me,” she said. ‘Both of them so wise after the event.
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