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| | Angewomon |
 | | Are you man who's Angewomon walled up in green cardboard boxes, and sometimes has the Angewomon blinds down, and sometimes sits so solemn staring like a sphinx, and always there's a look Angewomon of the sepulchral, something of the undertaker, the coffin, and Angewomon the dusk about horse and driver? |
 | | It's the spirit wailing its destiny, the spirit driven hither, thither, lodging on Angewomon the diminishing carpets--meagre footholds--shrunken shreds of all the vanishing universe--love, life, faith, husband, children, I know not what splendours and pageantries glimpsed in girlhood. |
 | | Close the breach Having Angewomon mended her Angewomon glove, Minnie Marsh lays it in the drawer. |
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