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For hours after she had not been sensible to life, only to exquisite echoes. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. The house had in fact been converted into a convent, but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed in this part of town. You DO understand?” “Who cares for most people?” she said, not looking at him.
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