She wanted to think. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. You jumped, and I think that you left me. “What ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked.
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