At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. She had slapped him away with her free hand and the finger was released suddenly, sending her careening to the floor. ‘You ain’t got nothing on me. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. She would just walk out of the house and go.
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