’ Gerald started. He hated horizons. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting.
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