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Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. The solos were revealing, sensual and moody. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it.
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