’ ‘Do you take me for a fool, Hilary?’ demanded his betrothed. Burn your palette and your easel. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. She cried out in pain, then in pleasure as he thrust himself into her. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. In a side-glance—for the floor was variously encumbered with overturned objects—he saw one of his paper weights, a coloured glass ball such as McClintock used in trade. So I undertook to protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared, obliterating it. She was dropped off at 2:30 at Whitefield Park, a huge extravagantly lit field in the new part of town.
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