My constant love is the only thing of which you can be certain. Who the hell are you? Her eyes widened, glazed. Each emotion she was capable of feeling drowned blindly in the edge of the savage implacable ocean; the knowledge that Karl… was… dead. I thought that meant I was not allowed to have feelings.
He let go of Madeleine, who flew to David's arms; and in the same instant he took hold of Charlotte, very gently, by the wrist. Karl said, I don't know if your father can spare me. The shadow's still there. And the painter is God, of course.
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