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” “Act two,” she continued. His literary instincts began to stir. Come back—you must come back. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. ” “Perhaps,” she said, “I am superstitious.
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