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He was perhaps forty-five years of age. I doubt I hold any interest for him anymore. I've got the watch-spring saw in my sleeve. He looked just as Julian had the night she had first met him outside the Joliet Laundromat. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed her. "Get ready your heaviest irons, Austin. She perceived she had never really thought of any one but herself in all her acts and plans. ” “Well”—her breath failed her for a moment.
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