I never let her read stories, or have pets, dolls. ” Part 11 They sat for a time without speaking a word, in an enormous shining globe of mutual satisfaction. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. ’ For my own part I go about loving. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. I'll take them back with me.
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