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He had sufficient strength to wait upon himself. The deafening report froze time. It had been intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to injury. She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified. But Gerald wouldn’t hear of it. She turned towards the door, and had taken a pace towards it when it was flung open. She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. “I am very much obliged for the tea,” she said. She had done forever with the Age of Chivalry, and her own base adaptations of its traditions to the compromising life.
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