” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. She even hit the jackpot in 1952 when she found a photograph in a London issue of Vogue. She glared at him with satisfaction. Slowly and ruefully she realized why marriage was so idealized among her generations of those before her. . Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. She turned and looked at the red LED of the alarm clock that read 3:55. She went to a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness.
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