Such was the condition of his mind that the danger exhilarated rather than depressed him. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. Annabel ignored both the chair and the invitation. ” She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they both stood still. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. The doll she had never owned, the cat and the dog that had never been hers: here they were, strangely incorporated in this sleeping man.
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