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To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. She was pensive and thoughtful. “I might go home, I don’t know.
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