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There were no mourners. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. There was one letter. “Oh, you know,” she said. ” He passed his hand wearily over his forehead. There is a musical programme, and we have the windows open and blinds up, and a pink lamp shade over the piano lamp—a sort of advertisement of the place, you know. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb.
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