Me, you may have. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. Even now he was not at all sure that she was not playing with him. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. ’” “What did he say?” “What does any one say to an invitation to dinner point-blank? One tries to collect one’s wits.
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