“Oh, dammit!” he remarked, “dammit!” with great bitterness as he faced it. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. And now you know. Annabel, I was lying. The tiles lay a foot thick in the road.
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