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Now let us forget it. ‘Dead then, is he?’
‘If I could say that he is dead, it would give me very much satisfaction. The streets were full of colour. ”
She propped herself up on the massive oaken post of
the bed, feeling the paralysis tingle her legs as it left them
ever so slowly. It contained three sovereigns, six and fourpence, two postage stamps, a small
key, and her aunt’s return half ticket to Morningside Park. Servants were passing backwards and forwards with tea and chocolate. She dared not look directly at him, her
head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped
appearance of an androgynous adolescent.
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