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I change them in the morning at Cannon Street, and take my book as I come down. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. “If you attempted such a thing it would be in order that I should smack you hard with the palm of my hand upon the cheek. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. And what did she do? Not only did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she ran away from him. Sweet sixteen year old Shari, who never once figured out the morning sleep hangovers she suffered monthly. He knew that tragedy was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. McClintock will be tuning up the piano to-day. .
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