” His rhythm slowed to a grind. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks. He has no imagination, no real generosity. What’s that?” They both stood listening.
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