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The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. You might tell the truth to some men, but never to him. The old-fashioned dress, with its series of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. Mr. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. She would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused. It is no good waiving the thing; it is true. I have never wept since that day.
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