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The Supper at Mr. He filled his pipe slowly. " He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript, but she pushed him from the table toward the doorway; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched his arms, and broke into a trot. ” To which the only possible reply seemed to be, “I’m not coming home. ” He said to her with as much casualness as he could muster. Run along now; but return in half an hour. She had been fighting down this thought for days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done— married a girl who was not his equal in anything. ‘It is to say goodbye, you understand. Very well. Wood, terrified by the wildness of her looks.
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