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He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. She says she will have to, though she does not wish to. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. “Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly. ’ Gosse blinked. ” “Can’t we go down into Italy?” “No,” he said; “it won’t run to that now. Such a beautiful boy he is, but his intelligence is marginal. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house.
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