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. “Beats me. She was sore with the perplexities of her preposterous position. She savored the sweetness of his lips, all of his great youth and passion and longed for his innocence, his complete lack of the knowledge of terrible things. But never mind that. Her voice was weak and flat. For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his presence. I didn’t ought to have sent for him.
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