It was the only time she had ever hit him, punched him right in the stomach like one of his favorite Three Stooges episodes. “I did not,” Anna answered. He had done it. Only sat, staring at him, a puzzled look in her face. He was manifestly exerting his mind for her, and she found herself fully disposed to justify his interest. Oh, to face facts! Gods! what a world it might be if people faced facts! Understanding! Understanding! There is no other salvation. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin.
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