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She would end alone. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. She kicked him in the shin, trying to knock him off his feet. Splendidly. The world had not passed by but had gone around it in a tremendous half-circle. ‘Of course it is,’ corroborated Hilary. I didn’t think—I don’t know what I thought. Brendon was silent.
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