She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. I must go somewhere into hiding, a long, long way off. He realized that he was committed to the path across the fields, an uninteresting walk at the best of times. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. It’s an instinct.
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