|Then his nerve began to return He stopped in a jeweler's on his way up-town It was dawn.|
Then his nerve began to return He stopped in a jeweler's on his way up-town It was dawn.|
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|I wonder if Larsen called. beside Audrey's bed, knitting placidly. Good luck to you! he said.|
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