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"Get up, mother," cried Jack; "do not kneel to him. “You are absurd,” she declared. “You think that this is all. “I’ve gotta go. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. Sheila was finishing her laughter as Lucy brought an elbow down on the back of her head, expertly snapping the vertebra that connected Sheila’s head to her shoulders. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. He knew she was out there, he could feel it.
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