Occasionally he relit his pipe. The walls of the room were lined with shelves, on which were glass jars, retorts, countless bottles and many appliances of surgical science. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. ‘Well! I hadn’t no notion as he’d got hisself married again. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself.
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