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He was conscious of a quickening of his heartbeat and the familiar rise of adrenalin that sent his senses soaring in anticipation. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. The perspiration stood out upon his forehead. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. She began to weep in long, aching sobs.
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