html (427 of 711)28-12-2006 21:38:58 A Taste thought it would all be over quickly. And in her wretchedness she longed for comfort, a few calm words to bring her back to reality, arms to hold her. Here she was, weeping in a graveyard, she who'd been so young and full of life… and I looked at Ilona beside her and I thought, You too. Then they might kill you.
html (612 of 711)28-12-2006 21:38:59 A Taste longer seemed hideous but possessed of grace that conformed to no earthly law. She had hoped she would get used to him, but the feelings grew worse each day. Ilona, Pierre, Karl (of course, Karl)—he would tolerate them, stretch out his arms to absorb their doubt and bitterness and heresy. The electric—what? Oh, never mind.
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