She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits. But I don't understand her; she's over my head. But it is all over now, and presently there will be some one else. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. ‘Is there a resemblance?’ ‘This is Mary Remenham?’ ‘That is my late niece, yes. This is clear over my head. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments.
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