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In the grate were some charred fragments of a marriage certificate. She had viewed them askance, and without exchanging ideas with any one else in the world about them. You feel that that smile is for you, the words are for you, the whole song is for you. “Are you in the Service?” She asked him. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. He would refuse to listen and absolve her unshriven.
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