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They confronted each other, barely feet apart, neither apparently any longer aware of anyone else in the room. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. "Go in, to be sure, simpleton," replied Mrs. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement.
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