“If you cannot listen to me now it must remain undelivered. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. . Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. You say I know nothing. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. She pulled at his tee shirt again, wishing to feel his naked chest upon hers.
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