My father died a year ago, by the way. ’ ‘As a matter of fact, it isn’t,’ conceded Gerald. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. “I wish that I could forget it,” he said. “You must pack for me.
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