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But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. Wagner had just been in love when he wrote it all. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. “Don’t!” she said, weakly, as he had bent down and put one arm about her and seized her hands with his disengaged hand and kissed her—kissed her almost upon her lips. ‘You can if you like. He had not had time to aim the pistol. ’ ‘Oh yes, yes. “What are you doing?” “Nothing. He was followed by a great pile of black organs, hers, her female parts. . Cut it as short as you can. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. Just a friendly polite suggestion. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident.
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