Thanksgiving Day morning, Shari woke Lucy a half an hour before the sounding of the alarm. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. All they left it was the moon and stars. It fell to the ground and smoked ominously.
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