’ ‘What, a common soldier?’ ‘He was not a common soldier. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. I had no curiosity of that kind. ” “Well, fuck you too. “Now, there, there. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. More than this, it would serve to mitigate her own abysmal loneliness to pool it temporarily with his. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. She got hysterical.
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