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Gently each time Ruth drew down the arms. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. We've got to make him take up the harp of life and go twanging it again.
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