The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. “I’d give anything to kiss your neck. John laughed even harder, his eyes misting over. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard. I’ve been thinking, you know—I’m not sure that primarily the perception of beauty isn’t just intensity of feeling free from pain; intensity of perception without any tissue destruction. At the back of her mind, dim and yet disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted.
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