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A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. She ducked behind a pile of unused drywall. Answering him was agonizing. She had lost it. She wouldn't be able to pass by anywhere without folks turning their heads. It was wonderful to think this thing had lived, had felt and suffered. He had meant to be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him altogether. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged furniture. “But who’s going to pay for the room?” “I’ve got money,” said Ann Veronica.
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