She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. And empty. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. "All I want is to be happy!" she said aloud, as if she were asking for something of such ordinary value that God would readily accord it to her because there was so little demand for the commodity. She found she could do her microscope work all the better for being in love. ’ She had given nothing away.
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