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We aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven. Lucy went hunting on a Thursday night. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. The lady had disappeared. She makes me feel terribly old-fashioned.
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