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One morning he caught her hand suddenly and kissed it. “That’s not working so well for you, is it?” She looked at him sheepishly, bringing a Kleenex out of her pocket to wipe away the excess. He had finally put aside The Lilac Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. ‘All right, Trodger. . You'll live to hate chicken; and the man in you will rise up and demand strong drink. I wonder if some of them did—and it didn’t get reported. She did not forge a note. She was too delicate, too fragile to survive out there.
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