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At any rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself about inside her head within a yard of him. Here a little delay occurred. She would not forgive me. If she delayed a day she would delay two days, if she delayed two days she would delay a week, and after a week things would be adjusted to submission forever. As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad.
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