She gathered stones to place upon the makeshift grave. "So you did," replied the prize-fighter. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. Afraid there'll be a love-affair. The chair was torture. I imagine that even you must realize that this is of some importance. Smith's melody had subsided.
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