she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.
Alan Hollinghurst (2011). “The Stranger's Child”, p.6, Pan Macmillan
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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.