She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. At least I can’t talk to them. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. " "Oh, that!" she said, with a deprecating gesture.
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