Far away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. " "Absolutely. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. ‘Only you made me lose my temper, and—’ ‘I made you do so? Pah!’ Gerald at last succeeded in ripping the handkerchief from her grasp, and swiftly held it to her neck, oblivious to her now bloodied fingers clawing at his hand. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. I mean that it doesn’t interest you in itself. There was just time for the girl to raise her arm to chest height and draw it back before Roding seized her. . .
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