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edith wharton\'s \"house of mirth\". the ending gets me every time i read it. i can remember every single word: \"He kelt by the bed and bent over her, draining their last moment to its lees; and in the silence there passed between them the word which made all clear.\"
michael cunningham\'s \"the hours\". it truly deserves the pulitzer prize. in the end when the day is over, where everything ties together and the true meaning of the title touched, i completely surrender.
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