“I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your hands and slipping. He told her something about music, the great world outside. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround.
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