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When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still salty with blood. She drifted northward from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. “Who’s your violin teacher?” He asked. You’re all dependents—all of you. Mr. She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies.
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