Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. She hoped desperately that Mrs. ’ ‘Ah, the matter begins to come clear,’ Gerald said. Here and there, a building might be seen with the doors and windows driven in, and all access to it prevented by the heaps of bricks and tilesherds. She came to adore them. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me.
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