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I never understood what senile meant but somehow I felt that something had gone wrong with Grandfather . My aunts took things for granted . It is age , they said . Years of dotage , which they eventually accepted with resignation .
I never understood what senile meant but somehow I felt that something had gone wrong with Grandfather . My aunts took things for granted . It is age , they said . Years of dotage , which they eventually accepted with resignation .
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LUIS FELT relieved when the funeral service was over . It had all been unintelligible to him and quite terribly mechanical . The priest had rattled off his lamentations without emotion , he thought . The coffin was carried through the ...
LUIS FELT relieved when the funeral service was over . It had all been unintelligible to him and quite terribly mechanical . The priest had rattled off his lamentations without emotion , he thought . The coffin was carried through the ...
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He felt the same way again . For he had never before thought of it in terms of Sofia's deprivation of a new dress . He clenched his fists and rammed them into his coat pockets . The book under his arm pressed hard against his body .
He felt the same way again . For he had never before thought of it in terms of Sofia's deprivation of a new dress . He clenched his fists and rammed them into his coat pockets . The book under his arm pressed hard against his body .
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