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  Her heart is wild and loose inside her chest.

  “Are you feverish?” he asks, misunderstanding.

  “No, I’m perfect,” she answers and laughs.

  “Do you remember everything?” she asks.

  “Every moment, no.”

  “I wish I could. How long can you stay this time?”

  “Until Tuesday, anyway.”

  “What about the patients?”

  “The Monday patients have been rescheduled.”

  August, too, has a set of rooms on Beacon Hill, one of which he uses as an office. Streeter, who still attends to August when he is in the city, gambles on the horses and seems, despite the odds, to have made a small fortune for himself.

  “Did I tell you that I have a patient with intractable shell shock? The man was nineteen when he went to war. He’s thirty-two now. He can’t stop cowering at any loud noise. He’s woken up screaming from the same horrifying dream for twelve years. His wife is beside herself. She keeps asking, ‘How long? How long?’”

  “Don’t give up on him,” Etna pleads.

  She remembers her own affliction, now immortalized in August’s monograph on her case, the one he wrote after completing his training in psychiatry. To think of herself still wandering the earth, unaware that she has children. She cannot bear to imagine.

  “How long before the last soldier of the Great War is dead?” she muses.

  “Theoretically?” August peers out the window. “Well, if the boy got to France just under the wire in 1918, when he was seventeen, and he lived to be ninety-five, say…” He pauses. “His last Remembrance Day would be November eleventh, 1996. If he lived to be a hundred, it would be November eleventh, 2001.”

  “Unthinkable!” she exclaims.

  “Unthinkable.”

  “They’d put him at the head of the parade.”

  “I should hope so.”

  “What’s the news from Benedict?” she asks.

  “Benedict?”

  She smoothes the skirt of her dress. “Any news?”

  “A family from Virginia is building a house just beyond his.”

  “On the hill?”

  “If you can call it that.”

  “Does Benedict mind?”

  “No. I rather think he likes it. More business. There will be carpenters and so forth. Men to feed.”

  “Is it to be a summer place?” she asks. “For the family?”

  “I think so, yes.”

  She leans her head against his shoulder. He encircles her waist with his arms. What is it, after all, that she has done with her life? She had children and found them again. She fell in love at nineteen and again at forty-two. She tried to be an independent woman. She has earned her living by making pictures, some that disturb, some that please.

  “Are you ready to go down?” he asks. “The lobsters await. Benedict’s wife cooked them up. They’re still hot in the paper bag. We’ll eat on the back porch?” He kisses her hair.

  She remembers the day they married. They stood by the sea in front of the cottage, only family in attendance to hear their private words. August gave her an emerald ring, and afterward they drove to Portsmouth for a celebratory lunch. They drank Champagne and devoured oysters and stayed until nearly teatime.

  Acknowledgments

  My enormous thanks to Asya Muchnick, whose lovely demeanor and skill have been a joy to me; to Jennifer Rudolph Walsh, my kind, funny, and razor-sharp agent, who is always there when I need her; to Michael Pietsch, good friend and editor, who has been with me for nearly two decades of writing novels; to Caroline MacDonald-Haig, a London Blue Badge guide with tremendous knowledge of London, who shepherded me through that city; to Ivor Braka, who was kind enough to let me see the interior of his London house; to Lucie Dean, friend and enthusiastic guide, whose idea of “research” in London so closely matched my own—a necessary visit to the Imperial War Museum followed immediately by a trip to Harrods; to Katherine Clemans and Amy Van Arsdale, who both hold doctorates in psychology and who corrected mistakes in certain portions of the manuscript; to Richard Beswick, my British editor, who contributed a great deal to this book, both by pointing out Americanisms that would have been incorrect in British English and by giving me the idea of the trial; to Christopher Clemans, whose editorial acumen has recently been an inspiration to me; and to my good-natured husband, John Osborn, who silently put up with my moaning through all seven drafts of this novel and who is always ready to celebrate any good fortune that comes my way.

  About the Author

  Anita Shreve is the acclaimed author of seventeen novels, including Rescue; A Change in Altitude; Testimony; The Pilot’s Wife, which was a selection of Oprah’s Book Club; and The Weight of Water, which was a finalist for England’s Orange Prize. She was awarded the John P. Marquand Prize in American Literature. She lives in Massachusetts.

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  Rescue

  A Change in Altitude

  Testimony

  Body Surfing

  A Wedding in December

  Light on Snow

  All He Ever Wanted

  Sea Glass

  The Last Time They Met

  Fortune’s Rocks

  The Pilot’s Wife

  The Weight of Water

  Resistance

  Where or When

  Strange Fits of Passion

  Eden Close

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  Table of Contents

  Welcome

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Marne, March 1916

  Chapter 1

  London, October 1916

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Thrupp, New Hampshire, 1896–1915

  Chapter 10

  Camiers, November 1915

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  America, February 1917

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  New Hampshire, March 1918

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  London, January 1919

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  The Coast of New Hampshire, 1930

  Chapter 32

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Books by Anita Shreve

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  Copyright

  The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Copyright © 2013 by Anita Shreve

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