Wood and Thames taking their places on either side of it, and Jack at a little distance behind. “You know I’m old-fashioned, Miss Stanley. Life! Life and love! It makes me want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying splendidly. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. The way—the way we are led on! We are taught to believe we are free in the world, to think we are queens. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers.
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