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The young lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. “Damn”. He had been reading Belfort Bax, and declared himself a convert. His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. “I will not have this slavery,” she said.
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