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Unformatted text preview: he attic room, and took with me one of the most splendid of all the new inventions, the portable windup Victrola. I can't tell you what a delight these things were to us, to be able to listen to music from those old records. To go out onto the lawn with the thing, and play a song from an opera. I adored it. And of course when the music played, Lasher could not come into my head, though he did this less and less anyhow. He had both Mary Beth and little Stella to content him. And both L. A a n IL K of them he adored in different ways, drawing strength from each and passing back and forth between the two of them. Indeed, his happiest moments were when he had mother and daughter together. I had no need of Lasher by this time. No need at all. I wrote in my books, storing them under my bed; I had my lover Richard Llewellyn, a charming young man who worshiped the ground I walked on and was ever congenial company to me, and in whom I never dared to confide, for his own safety's sake. My life was rich in other ways. My nephew Clay lived...
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- Spring '10