" Trenchard took up a pen. "I'll make a sketch, too," he said. ‘It needs not that you tell me. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. The first stroke appeared to arouse all the vindictive passions of Jonathan.
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