She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. He stood away from her. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. My mom doesn’t realize that I’ve got my own style. One of the reasons why I left Paris and came to London was because there was a man there who wanted me to marry him. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. Confound this slavery of sex! I am a man! I will get this under if I am killed in doing it!” She scowled into the cold blacknesses about her. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds.
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