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She held up the lamp. He was mad. With the extra seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be running up and down stairs all day. “Run in now. " "I am sorry. ” “But I can’t do that. Part 7 Then one day a little thing happened that clothed itself in significance. . Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea blossom. His name is John.
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