Dizziness overcame him like anesthetic and he slept. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. Yet there was nothing for her to do. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear.
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