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' You can't forgive him for this -
patronizing word , ' she replied . ' I despise
the deceit . The lies . '
certainly looked after his own .
him suddenly , making him say :
soon be his wife . The Devil , he thought ,
purpose than the throwing of dust in his
the original colour of his own natural vowels ,
His digressions too , seemed to have no other
a grey superimposition of respectability over
just dusty-grey but muddy , slimy even .
the fake friend of the family , like the
client's eyes , the dust of fake security , of
the result being somehow as ineffective , not
His voice was like his black and pin-stripe ,