I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. ” She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to: “What’s the good of pretending? “I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of and indifferent to her proceedings. She seemed to be making some sort of inventory. This is also the ragged edge of the world, too. The latch came with a weak click. A wrathful God was watching him. " "Very well. Look somewhere else in life. With thinly veiled glee, Michelle described a rumor she had heard about John at a recent party.
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