“I was in Paris four years ago,” Mr. I came to the Beck’s house. He had a blue overstuffed couch, his own television, even a computer with its own desk. Strewn across the bed was a multitude of jumbled garments. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood.
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