In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. She was leaning over him and he smelled her like he had never smelled anyone before. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. Mr. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. . Then he released her hand, and sat back a little, appearing to concentrate his thoughts on her face. “Can we watch television?” She asked. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. Smith, placing his hand on his breast. I—I hurt myself.
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