Vorsack sauntered into the room, sporting her usual toothy thin254 lipped grin. “I feel justified then,” he said, “in annexing his chair. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter.
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