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Wood,—"he'll never mend. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull. But I liked the things you said here. I’ve had a headache all day. She was finally dead, going to Hell. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. From what she could tell, he truly had convinced himself that he was in love with her, but she knew that his ardor would fade eventually inasmuch as she knew John’s would. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. And when I ask you why it is you do so, you have no answer. He picked up the remote and sat himself to her right. She had come to despise those who were fertile out of pure jealousy, but could not admit it to herself.
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