There’s something—puppyish in a man’s usual attitude to women. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. “Do you need me to tell you? You have tasted the luxury of power. She winked at him as he shut the door. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. "Dead!" echoed the boy. ‘Small wonder in a way that he found hisself consolation elsewhere. ‘Don’t concern yourself, Hilary.
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