‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. The fire still burned brightly. In the end he broke his own heart along with your mother's. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. It came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly fantastic sort of dream. From what she could tell, he truly had convinced himself that he was in love with her, but she knew that his ardor would fade eventually inasmuch as she knew John’s would.
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