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. ” Lucy gestured to the Treehouse, which had been roofed and framed. “He was alive at four o’clock this afternoon,” she answered, “but the doctors give little hope of his recovery. She had found a couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about the opening of a theater that mentioned him. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster.

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