I’ve muddled all this business. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. She answered in whispers, for there was the white arm of a woman in the next box peeping beyond the partition within a yard of him. F. I know all. “John’s here. ” He said. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic.
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