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She heard the shower running and looked at his floor. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. She was as pale as death, but she seemed to have lost the power of movement. He stood outside of the car, bewildered, as she walked up to the BMW’s front bumper. She washed her face twice after making smudgy eyeshadow and lipstick errors. He was pretty successful in Manchester,—a town which may be said to have been the head-quarters of the disaffected.
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