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"Choose a better position where there's more doing," murmured
Miriam....
"Not half so bad," she whispered....
"You wanted stirring up," she said, half asleep....
It dawned upon Mr. Polly for the first time that he had forgotten
something.
He ought to have cut his throat!
The fact struck him as remarkable, but as now no longer of any
particular urgency. It seemed a thing far off in the past, and he
wondered why he had not thought of it before. Odd thing life is! If he
had done it he would never have seen this clean and agreeable
apartment with the electric light.... His thoughts wandered into a
question of detail. Where could he have put the razor down? Somewhere
in the little room behind the shop, he supposed, but he could not
think where more precisely. Anyhow it didn't matter now.
He undressed himself calmly, got into bed, and fell asleep almost
immediately.
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