It was her job to keep the house as neat as a pin, up to the high standard that Sheila expected, being a nurse. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. He had a blue overstuffed couch, his own television, even a computer with its own desk. For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. At the expiration of an hour, by dint of unremitting exertion, he had made so large a breach in the chimney, that he could stand upright in it. And ever after it struck him that her backward smile as she disappeared was charged with some special significance.
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