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. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. In the first place there were not so many suitable advertisements as she had expected. She felt her canines growing. “You will come back, won’t you?” He nodded cheerfully. She flushed with desire and happiness, her husband had returned to her and all would be aright. ‘I said you were sympathique,’ she told him. "There, he's as safe as Jack Sheppard in the Condemned Hould," laughed the man. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat.
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