” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away. His glasses were gone. Wood, I desire you'll put on your best things, and join us as soon as possible. Take care of the old clothesman, and leave the rest to me. Heedless, however, of the consequences, he pursued his task. First-off, he had decided not to tell her what he had found at the bottom of that manila envelope. It did seem germane to the matter that so many of the people “in the van” were plain people, or faded people, or tired-looking people. You may have something to conceal, you may not. "You must not remain here," he said. "Thanks," he said, holding out a thin white hand. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava.
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