In her own words...
"Abyss"
1949
It was then that the door opened and a stretched thin beam of light fell before him on the scrolled carpet. Someone said, Who is there?
The young man went back slowly, dragging his feet, blinking in the light. Tusnelda stood in the doorway, her hand firmly grasping the knob. She wore a white kerchief tied on her head. Who is it? she asked again.
It's me, said the young man nervously. I mean my name is Albert….
–excerpt, p. 138.
–excerpt, p. 138.
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