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What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. She entered the last room, his bedroom. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. Whatever may happen to-morrow I shall be none the better for anticipating its miseries to-day. , 13, Montague St. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate.
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