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He seemed to stay away from her because she was so cold and formal towards him, addressing him as Mister McCloskey as if she were an Irish maid. 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. Then she cursed herself for his eyes went to the letter and came back to her face. I won't dig their graves with my nails. I can’t love you. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. I learned of your betrothal, gleaned all the information I could simply by eavesdropping. There was a couple who disappeared. "And someday let him care for me!" She sprang up, alarmed.
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