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She slept in a bedroom clad in linens and skins, walked down hallways bedecked in the most gay and colorful frescos. My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. ” She said, and ducked back into her room. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. THAMES DARRELL. “Mr.
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