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A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the steps. She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. Because their human lives were so short, the happily married had no time to get sick of one another. “Second class,” said some one, but first and second were all alike to her. There'll be a fall of above twelve foot o' water, and think o' that on a night as 'ud blow a whole fleet to the devil.
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