His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. \" He took his milk and cookies to bed. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. If and when Ray was ever found, she would be long gone and they would be unable to explain what had happened to him. He's passed through some rough mental torture. He looked at it eagerly, but made no movement to take it.
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