“How will you live?” she appealed. " "A queer case;" and the doctor passed on. “To think that you were going to do it—and never said a word! You are a little thin, but except for that you look—you look better than ever. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. “You underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that struck you may strike again.
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