She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. Are you satisfied?’ Grudgingly, Jack Kimble took back the coins. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. Oh, I’ve loved love, dear! I’ve loved love and you, and the glory of you; and the great time is over, and I have to go carefully and bear children, and—take care of my hair—and when I am done with that I shall be an old woman.
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