He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. “I was born there. He smiled tenderly. So he made merry at the dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness with which she grasped the comic side of life. Some part of the stiff vigour of the man seemed to have subsided. That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town. And then all her restlessness was turned to joy.
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