You must have figured that out by now. She climbed back into the window an hour before sunrise. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. " "What?" "We'll put those stories back into the trunk and never speak of them to him. How can I tell you all I feel? I love you beyond measure. Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. I have said good-bye to it all.
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