Or I should say—’ ‘Eugenia,’ cut in Gerald grimly. She cried out his name in ecstasy. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. Pottiswick had mentioned muttering. A shiver slid down inside her. We can’t even protect them from themselves. He himself had deadened the sound by closing the door.
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