John spent the first weeks of summer backpacking in
Europe, and she heard occasional news from Michelle of
his whereabouts. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. They were on their way back home, or so she had
thought. They are blinded to all fine and subtle things
—they look at life with bloodshot eyes and dilated nostrils. All this was the work of a minute. He
turned, and beheld Winifred. Free, there is
nothing left to her but the canal. At length, when he saw no escape from the inevitable, he took the four title
pages from the manuscripts and typed new ones, substituting Taber for Spurlock. They must have a key. I am really in earnest.
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