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A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. Spurling, half aside. With a little more meat on him, he would be handsome. His head bent down, intent on kissing her underneath the showerhead. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold.
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