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Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. The silence grew unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\" \"My surname? You mean my last name?\" \"Yes. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. “I wouldn’t have been without this trip for worlds. "The geisha and the sing-song girl are professional entertainers. Funny codgers, aren't they?" he said. His attraction for her was now written plainly on his freckled face, revealed by the many drinks he had imbibed. “How?” 106 “The other person makes the mistake of going to sleep. “Now isn’t this nice!” that lady exclaimed. There was now a girl in the picture, so it seemed. ” “That is so,” Anna admitted. “Don’t they look like a pair of young lovers sleeping off a tryst?” He observed.
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