Gerald’s task was to stop him from doing so. We two just love each other—the real, identical other—all the time. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. ’ Gerald laughed. Why can’t you let it be?’ Gerald grinned at him. Teddy went round by the garden backs and dropped the bag over the fence. She stopped eating. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. Heaven forbid. "How long shall I be here?" he asked.
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