"Jack!" she cried, raising her head. Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world seeking forgetfulness. She let her mind run into dreams of that cloud paradise of an altered world in which the Goopes and Minivers, the Fabians and reforming people believed. She counted three on the way to the train and four more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken him to bed with not so much as a word. ‘Then he went stark staring crazy, if you ask me. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. "You should be glad to be made an honest woman.
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