The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. You wore a blue dress with your hair unbound, and never had I seen a maid so glorious with eyes so blue or a smile so bright. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. You’re dealing with me now, not Gerald. He lowered himself on to her. She spoke slowly. He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come.
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