"The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.
Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.
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Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as ...
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