Michelle tossed her hair like a young colt flicking its tail. His friendship seemed a thing worth having. Gerald shook his head. You need fear no interruption from him, or any of his myrmidons. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. A hollow feeling opened up inside her, and she felt her heartbeat quicken. “I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt. "Sit beside me," continued Mrs.
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