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Part 8 And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her skin. It was just as easy to pretend she was watching one when she was actually watching the other. I didn’t know he had Italian relatives. ” She gazed at him. It was painful to want him so much. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the mountains and life like the sky. How does one get work? She walked along the Strand and across Trafalgar Square, and by the Haymarket to Piccadilly, and so through dignified squares and palatial alleys to Oxford Street; and her mind was divided between a speculative treatment of employment on the one hand, and breezes—zephyr breezes—of the keenest appreciation for London, on the other. In response to an almost imperative gesture from the nurse, Anna laid her hand upon his. I have just come from him. I am entirely English, as you know well. I know life.
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