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I saw someone in there whom I have always hoped that I should never meet again. If I surprised her, if I saw her alone, I might make her understand. They were so nearly alike that the difference would be due to a shaky hand. It is that you cannot refuse her sanctuary. Loneliness. Her eyes where glassy and shining. She read the policeman’s rueful glance when she caught his refection in his rearview mirror.
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