Some men drew the first slip which touched their fingers; others seemed to suspect that fate was trying to (1) on them a particular slip and when they had drawn one a little way from the shoe would let it (2) again and choose another. Time passed with incredible (3) , and the man called Voisin sat (4) the wall with the (5) cigarette in his mouth paying them no attention at all.
I imagined the picture on the wall (6) difficulty, and gave it a few deft touches, but this set me thinking of pictures in (7) , and then I remembered an art exhibition I had (8) with my friend T. and what he said, and what I said, and I wondered how T. was (9) these days, and whether his son was still at school. And so it went on, until I found myself (10) on cheese, or spiritualism, or the Rocky Mountains-but no sleep!
When she saw that I didn’t like her (11) to "people like you&quo
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