All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be laid away. I don’t want you to talk to me now. “You were born for great things,” he said huskily. “Forty guineas a week. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce.
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