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Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. He is an awfully good sort— and now he has come to me to help him if I can. "I suppose he'll be on his feet any day now. She remained standing stiffly, unable even to move. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. Goopes, she was sure was always high-browed and slow and Socratic. She gathered stones to place upon the makeshift grave. "I alone am to blame. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. Loneliness.
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