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I have been thinking—I will go to my wife again. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. “Please forgive me, Lucy. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay.
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