All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. . It made me wake up, and there I lay thinking of you, spending your nights up here all alone, and no one to look after you. Of all the amazing coincidences.
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