There was a girlfriend who was mentally ill. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. She doesn't understand; she believes he has taken a sudden dislike to her. Later on I could scarcely have forgiven you. But they were too late. I jumped then—I was not even shaken. One cannot trust any man at all. I thought you understood.
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