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“We will follow you in another cab. Kneebone on her way to the door, "how could you bring such creatures with you, especially on an occasion like this, when we haven't met for a fortnight!" "Couldn't help it, my life," returned the gentleman addressed, in the same tone; "but you little know who those individuals are. He depended upon her, for his medicine, for his drink, for the little amusement it was now permissible to give him. I would that you were my own. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. But such is the perversity of the human that frequently thereafter he purposely crooked the part in his hair, to give her the excuse to fetch the comb. In the beginning it was a dictionary.
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