"She gently stroked my hair and neck... My one wish was to give up all my plans and put myself entirely into her hands for the rest of my life" (79).
"She stroked my cheek... Sometimes when I am groping for a match, I find myself thinking of that strange moment when my hands no longer seemed to belong to me, and again I recall the intensity of Anne's look, and the emptiness around me—the vast emptiness" (86).
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— Dec 17, 2025 02:53PM
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