Nervously he pulled alongside the dilapidated oncewhite farmhouse. The satisfaction of cheating Death again. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. “It’s just that he doesn’t seem like your type. \"He's good-looking. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud.
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