” “Very well. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. He saw his father, calling to him from an icy white tunnel, beckoning to him. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks.
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