White’s boarding-house in Russell Square. A young man was playing the banjo. He recognized me at once, and he behaved like a madman. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. She thought of an old abandoned barn that she could inhabit further downriver, but shrugged off the idea in disdain. ’ ‘Lord, man, it’s only a scratch!’ Suddenly Gerald snapped his fingers. But she could tell by the dullness of his eyes that he saw only some inner vision.
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