The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. He had sold half a dozen short tales to thirdrate magazines; but this letter had been issued from a distinguished editorial room, of international reputation. I’d ruin the things if I so much as touched one. S. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet.
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