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” She refused. It’s an instinct. She chose to hold her nose. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. It melted her heart. That suggested delicacy; and yet her young body was strong and vital. She decided to go out into the London afternoon again and get something to eat in an Aerated Bread shop or some such place, and perhaps find a cheap room for herself. I'm sure she'll let me go, though. It was necessary to think, and think quickly. He wondered if these abnormal mental activities presaged illness.
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