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“John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage, that he was being ruined by fate. At the first glance, he imagined he must have stumbled upon a museum of rarities, there were so many glass-cases, so many open cabinets, ranged against the walls; but the next convinced him that if Jonathan was a virtuoso, his tastes did not run in the ordinary channels.
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