She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. Each time a daughter had been born to him he had concealed his chagrin with great tenderness and effusion from his wife, and had sworn unwontedly and with passionate sincerity in the bathroom. She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable conclusions. He sent me flowers. She was practically an outcast, she had not even the ghost of a plan as to her future, and she had something less than five pounds in her pocket. My heart misgives me.
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