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‘Burned them, one by one, right before
that fellow’s eyes. It was bare of any furnishings. Oh, the
scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before
us in the river. He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. A. “She has improved her style,” someone declared. . I
suspect he has been at work upon those he has on.
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