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"The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. Horribly skinny he was, and short too. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. He’s—He lives in a world of possibilities outside your imagination. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. Then he stood up and repeated it again.
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