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It was difficult to get right. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. Some had the dignity and the aloofness of a rock in the sea; and others were as the polished pebbles on the sands—one saw the difference of pebble from pebble only by close scrutiny. Why didn’t he die?” Anna sprang to her feet and walked restlessly up and down the room. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. The room was intimate and wonderful to her with its shadows now cast over the girlish menagerie of stuffed animals.
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