"It's Mrs. \"Want your pencil back?\" She asked him warily, squinting. Even you have not been able to hold her back. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd. What's this?" he added, stooping to pick up a piece of paper lying at his feet—it was Jonathan's memorandum. . It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat.
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