Читать книгу The Testament Of Yves Gundron - Emily Barton - Страница 7
Оглавление“Heavens! how they caught me as I left the room, the fangs of that old pain! the desire for some one not there. For whom? I did not know at first; then remembered Percival. I had not thought of him for months. Now to laugh with him, to laugh with him at Neville—that was what I wanted, to walk off arm-in-arm together laughing. But he was not there. The place was empty.
“It is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams.”
—Virginia Woolf, The Waves
