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" He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript, but she pushed him from the table toward the doorway; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched his arms, and broke into a trot. As we turned the corner of the street, I noticed that the electric light was burning in this room. The Magdalene. It was. ” He said mischievously. ” He stared at a little eddy. So she built a shrine. Would that a certain major might cast upon her such a look. She kicked him in the shin, trying to knock him off his feet. Secretly she was gratified to be assigned to the rôle of an old traveller. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative.
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