s during our daily talks about books.  more  for iful desolation  t to  are muted, but  ambiguity touc more nearly tyle of finis I prefer.

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    Once Fatold me about Vida inter. “Noer w you.”

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    ‘I got a letter yesterday,“ I began.

    he nodded.

    ‘It er.“

    Fat ed for me to go on.

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    ed by anoters.

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    I nodded.

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    ‘But your copy…“

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    ‘t aken to negotiate t  lucrative successes.

    ‘You he gloves, of course?“ he asked sheepishly.

    ‘ake me for?“

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