Though her emotions had not deviated from a jittery frailty she knew that in her own room she could at least attempt sleep and that if she dreamed she might then finally be with Henry.
Anna GodbersenHe turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever.
Anna GodbersenShe was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.
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