“I’d never have a day of peace again, John. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. And then scratched it out and wrote instead, “Gérard”. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna’s windows. All I had to do was to piece them together.
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