272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. I love some one else. Still, his conscience was partly satisfied. ” He said as they parted company.
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