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She smiled at him as they waited for their dessert, her chin poised on her clasped hands.' You're being very silent.'' That's how men cry.John Fowles
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Perhaps twenty minutes later he realized she had gone to sleep. He quietly removed his now stiff arm, then turned away. It must have woken her a little After a moment he felt her turn as well and lay a hand, instinctively, like a sleeping wife, across his hips; as if, in some dream, he was the one who escaped.John Fowles