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CHAPTER XXXI. " "Let me see. If not, I have plenty to think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards. ” He stood looking at the preparations before them with an unusual preoccupation of manner, then roused himself to take her jacket, a little awkwardly, and hand it to the waiter who hung it in the corner of the room. She did not want to feel such negative emotion towards any member of her foster family. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. Stanley was throughout enigmatical, with an anxious eye on her husband and Alice. D. Michelle looked at her pathetically.
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