“Well?” she said, sitting down again. "But vere'll be the use o' vinnin'? you von't live to pay me. Her father was holding her waist, smiling. I went off to round up his wife. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. Wouldn't take my advice. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. He first met her when he had caught her smoking behind the Joliet LaudrO-Matic one cool overcast day in late August. He watched her constantly, trapped her in corners and slept with his arms locking her like a human cage. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. Lucy stepped inside.
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