” He nodded. ’ ‘Probably not. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. Later Gwen’s trouble weighed so heavily on Mrs. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable.
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