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“What is the good of talking?” said her brother. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. I am safe while I am there, for I have had bolts fitted everywhere, and a pane of glass in the front door. 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. But she was staring seaward and did not notice the offering.
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