She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. You will have lots of time on your hands. A fresh cool breeze blew in their faces.
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