They must have a key. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. You have all the instinctive dexterity of parasites. He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could not. She did not want to feel such negative emotion towards any member of her foster family.
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