Do you think that I am utterly selfish?” She raised her eyebrows. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. She reached for the door handle. The Night-Cellar XVIII. For an instant, Gerald wished the rest of the world away that he might go to her and administer appropriate comfort. Sheer calculation on his.
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