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Life is two things, that’s how I see it; two things mixed and muddled up together. And it's uncanny. She took up a book and threw it down again. The man was my husband. She had always had a wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the viol. Maybe half a year, counting this summer. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. . “I love some one else.
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