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"He will not see Dulcie again. Not after he has seen his own hands tremble and settle on her shoulders. Not after he has held her there, at a distance, and allowed his eyes to mine the depths of her own, to be held by those black eyes, into which were drawn together every scrap of her—skin and bone, her hair, her voice— and only then, as he tried to withdraw his hands and his eyes, for those long seconds, only did the world, the treacherous, helter-skelter world, keep still and hold its peace."
