At
night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. I can fairly understand Ruth; but
you…!"
"Have you ever been so lonely that the soul of you cried in anguish? Twentyfour hours a day to think in, alone?… Perhaps I did not want to go mad from
loneliness. It was the
same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was
definite, palpable, like a perfume. It is always on his person. Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother
dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse. ”
“I don’t see why I shouldn’t. “I can’t keep away from you. ”
Then he went on to say: “Well, you’ve had your little adventure, and I hope
now you’ve had enough of it. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la
Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against
the deep cool background of the night. There were so many things about her which he could not
understand.
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