He turned, expecting to see his wife. She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. His heart was beating, but faintly and slowly, with ominous intermissions. She took it for granted Ann Veronica wore stays—mild stays, perhaps, but stays, and thought no more of the matter. More often then not he refused to reveal specifics of his own past in Greece and Rome, choosing to relate fables and stories of an impersonal nature.
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