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Shari was snoring soundly. Every one else does. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. "We're merely about to discharge our duty by apprehending a rebel. Do you know, Annabel, that you are my wife.
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