"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor. They went into Michelle's tiny bedroom, bare except for a dresser, a closet, and a miniscule single bed that resembled her own at the Becks. The devastations, however, were speedily made good, and, in two years more, it was finished. "If I had my old tools with me, we'd soon master this obstacle," he muttered.
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