She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief. I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. They are rather a long way off, but you could write to them. “Yes,” she said, “that is what we ought to do. Not Trodger.
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