Perhaps I'd better open it now. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. Nothing to do; nothing for the hands, the mind, the heart. Her hair had begun to grow back, it now swept to her shoulders. He seemed years younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish.
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