"I have killed her," cried Jack. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. If he decided to watch television upstairs with his mother, she would probably retire before he did, but she was a light sleeper. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. "That is easily explained. ‘Do not beg my pardon.
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