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Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. By the time she was done, the bodies in the bathtub were gathering flies. He awoke, strangely content. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. She bought her Greyhound ticket one steamy afternoon when school let out at eleven thirty A. It numbered nine, and four of these were women students. “How gratified she must have been! If only I had known I would have made an effort to get home in time for dinner. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle. Where the robber may cheer His spirit with beer, And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! III. ’ ‘Without permission.
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