He looked no longer at his wife. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. “I wonder which of us is right,” she said.
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