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He swore
that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud
seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the
windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly
placed cards bearing the word
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APARTMENTS
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in the clear bright windows. Your aunt and I have
discussed all this matter. It was wonderful to think this thing had lived, had felt and suffered. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp
to a letter.
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