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The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. Ludicrously loud sounds streamed from the array of speakers. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. Sheppard, shuddering violently.
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