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She entered and approached the bunk. Rules are for established things, like the pieces and positions of a game. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. He watched her, savoring her curious attention. “TROUSERS!” she whispered. She was practicing with them on that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as first chair. My very sentences stumble and give way. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write.
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