Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. Don't build your hopes too high; but I will do what I can. E. " Upon which, with an assurance that he would not do so, the attendant departed. The man was my husband. You had better go to bed.
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