“And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. ” Her elation teetered in mid-air for a second, then began to flutter down around her like a badly-built house of cards. ” She turned a firelit face to her husband. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. "Good work. ’ The expression on Emile Gosse’s face was vicious under the smile.
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