He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. “What ought you to do?” He began to produce his knowledge of the world for her benefit, jerkily and allusively, and with a strong, rank flavor of “savoir faire. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for.
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