Somehow, perversely that day, Octavia felt better: rather asif she had been suffering from some near fatal illness thathad reached and passed its crisis, the fever broken, the paineasing. Pattie hadalready said how much she would miss seeing him andDickon, and that he must let her know if there wasanything she cou ing('You look awful, you'll never get a job wearing clotheslike that'), and Octavia dragging Louise to Or any othernight, for that matter.
He knew he should,he knew he should say he was sorry, that he should hurryfrom the room, that at the very least, he should stop staringat her. ''Yes, thank you. ' He hesitated, clearlyhoping, Gabriel could see, Octavia was going to volunteersome information about her own marital state; she smiled athim. 'Later he brought her some tea and she let him in anddrank it, but refused to talk to him, just sat there, the tearsstopped now, her emotions bled white, exhausted by grief.
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