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\" He mumbled, his eyes on her breasts. "I merely asked the question," he said, after he had enjoyed the boy's suspense for a moment. Those I don’t mind, though, the games. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. She took some shirts, underwear, shoes, a duffel bag, and his wallet to make it look like he had gone a-traveling. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. ‘I am not in the least in a rage. His favorite newspaper was the Times, which he began at breakfast in the morning often with manifest irritation, and carried off to finish in the train, leaving no other paper at home. ” She hesitated and looked for a moment straight into his eyes.
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