E. But what else he saw fit to teach her I do not care to stipulate. The psychic vibration of him thickened the air of the room as if he were already inside. 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. She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments.
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