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“I looked for you on the way home from The Big Apple, where were you?” Lucy smiled. " "It would be funny—just as a trustworthy Malay would be funny. She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip. Talked about his years, his position and his constituents, and always sneaked off back to his hotel just when the fun was going to begin. He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhaps in that maddening spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of the crimes he had committed. I was his wife. Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone. What a pity! For all her ignorance of material things—the human inventions which served the physical comforts of man—how much she knew about man himself! She had seen him bereft of all those spiritual props which permit man to walk on two feet instead of four—broken, without resilience.
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