She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. “Good God!” he exclaimed. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. As he proceeded, other painful reminiscences were aroused.
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