I followed you home on the train. Husbands and wives, young lovers, and mothers with strollers thronged in the streets, all savoring the fine cool weather. “Odd!” she said. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. But he died when he was a child—long ago—long ago—long ago.
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