It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. “You have a boyfriend! That’s fine by me, it’s your business, but you’d better stop sneaking around because Sheila’s got eyes in the back of her head!” He heard Sheila utter a loud percussive blast of a snore from the master bedroom. “I don’t know how, but I always manage to find a 164 fiddle if there is one around. The devil is on top, not below. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. “I throw it out in passing,” he said. ‘That’s why I’m asking.
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