My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. ” Lucy relied. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. It was such an unexpected stroke of fortune. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. ’ ‘I don’t, as a matter of fact,’ Gerald said decidedly, a frown creasing his brow. ‘She won’t. Come now, I am very glad to see you again so soon, mademoiselle whatever-your-name-is. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be.
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