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He first met her
when he had caught her smoking behind the Joliet LaudrO-Matic one cool overcast day in late August. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost,
into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. He still wore his
hat, to show that the days of miracles and Christ being civil to sinners are over
forever. There, after protestations of friendliness and helpfulness that were almost ardent,
he mounted a little clumsily and rode off at an amiable pace, looking his best,
making a leg with his riding gaiters, smiling and saluting, while Ann Veronica
turned northward and so came to Micklechesil. ’
‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her.
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