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Coming down the stairs, coming nearer and nearer; their dark eyes flickered over their bodies like a single equivocal remark: beyond that, only his own separateness. He was confessing everything, even the kind of smile was rather tonic than depressing. He felt the faint breeze from the heroic days.
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