“Who took care of you after she died?” “My father. \" She said. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used to do, especially by this light. He could not understand how men could live ignoring this one predominant interest, this wonderful research into personality and the possibilities of pleasing, these complex, fascinating expeditions that began in interest and mounted to the supremest, most passionate intimacy. She turned out the electric light and gained the hall. I spoke a thought aloud. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. He slid out of her. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed.
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