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The simile started a laugh in his throat. Like a petulant child he snapped. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. I loved her beyond anything in heaven or on earth—to idolatry. For a time it really seemed all-sufficient to her that she should love. Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow named Dawn Plote. As to this little fellow, in spite of the Dutchman, who, in my opinion, is more of a Jacobite than a conjurer, and more of a knave than either, he shall never mount a horse foaled by an acorn, if I can help it. As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the profound abyss. . Well, I don’t think that’s fair. .
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