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The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing predestined about it. Instead, they appeared to be at the hygienic level of tramps’ lodging-houses. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. She hoped desperately that Mrs. Spurlock bent his head to the rail. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a roe skin pelt. His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses.
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