"All right," he said. “Mary!” He whispered loudly. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. But his words were borne away by the driving wind. ” She replied. His expression became pained. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. ” She stood up and held her arms toward him. He heard me; but he never came in to ask what was the matter. “As she asked!” “It is already too late.
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