Sometimes her straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. Beneath that tree let us lie. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. Believe me, Anna.
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