The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Perhaps that sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him. He dressed mechanically; so many moves this way, so many moves that. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground. He flipped the television off. She had come to the end of her resources.
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