she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
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she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.

— Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
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