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” “He would have been dead before now without it,” the doctor answered shortly. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks— men’s boots. “I’m not a good woman. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the boy who wore his hair like Russell. He lived on the seventh floor behind a winding set of hallways that towered over her in their grayness. Knock on the partition if you want anything during the might. ’ At this, the fellow Valade burst into unwise speech. Annabel entered. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters.
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