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“You didn’t love her?”
“Love!” he exclaimed. “There’s more to love than love.”
“What else is there?”
“Well,” he said, “there’s thought.”

Clara felt a sudden conviction that each of them was bemused by an absence; for each of them, someone was missing. It was as if a high wind had dropped abruptly – there was that silence, and everything in a different place.

In Boston, the rainy days began in March, and Boston Bay had looked like a mirror that needed resilvering.