" The patient was asleep. Mr. Jack paused for a moment, and found that his own adventures formed the subject of the ballad. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. “But perhaps I want to confess them. Then she went up-stairs again, dressed herself carefully for town, put on her most businesslike-looking hat, and with a wave of emotion she found it hard to control, walked down to catch the 3. ” It was sitting in her suitcase in the same pocket as the expired bus tickets.
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