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His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. ” “Act two,” she continued. She was bathed in turbid water that had already been used. “Why will you not be sensible? Go back to your old life and your old friends, and forget all about Paris and this absurd delusion of yours. You saw him? You have been to Remenham House?’ ‘Remenham House? I wish I’d been only to Remenham House. ” He put his hands on her shoulders and lowered her onto the flat surface of the picnic bench. Not so Gosse.
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