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” “Where?” He asked. He had studied alchemy and astronomy, was a capable painter, and even wrote music. But her husband, whose deportment to her was considerably changed since the fatal knot had been tied, paid no attention whatever to her grief. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. Had he but known it, his outburst had done him no harm in the major’s eyes. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. A species of vertigo seized him.
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