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He divorced her. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. ” Anna shook her head. I wanted it badly. ” Sir John, frankly oblivious of the possibility of passers-by, took her into his arms and kissed her. It must be the dawn creeping in.
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