CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. ‘Why do you think I want a man ready to run to me with every move she makes?’ countered Gerald. What could I do at home? The other’s a crumple-up—just surrender. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. Yeah, I’m thirty-seven.
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