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There was a
Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. I wish
they would just get it over with. I
have fulfilled my part of our marriage contract. You are
the High Priestess of Life. “My dear man,” she exclaimed, “wasn’t that a foregone conclusion?”
“You treat the matter lightly,” he continued. “She is likely
somewhere on the road or perhaps in town, finding
victims. "My friends, Mr. ’
‘But where? Where has he gone? Always he goes off, and he says no word to
anyone. Please don’t tell anyone,
mister. "I should be sorry to proceed to extremities," continued Sheppard, again raising
the pistol. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the
wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. Drink the toast, Jack. "
"It's no use going to bed," answered Rachel. “Of course I will,” he answered.
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