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His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. That is what marriage is to most young women: the ultimate escape from the family, from the unwritten laws that govern children. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. The flicker of an eyelash might betray his presence. My late husband, I mean. Fortescue’s steps, and encountered him with an air of artless surprise.
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