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      ...like steam from a saucepan. Clearly, that's what must have happened now: steam had raised the lid of the pan. Then, as so many times before, would come the moment of bitter realization and Mrs. Kráner would rush around at breakneck speed to remedy that which she had ruined the previous day.
    
    
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      He didn't really know which he preferred: the scent of Easter or the exciting aroma that, come spring, leads a man-as it does the bull in the field-to the focus of desire.
    
    
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      The doctor gazed at the fire in silence. The younger Horgos girl stared indifferently straight ahead of her: her legs were spread and she was leaning back on her hands, nodding.
    
    
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      ...happening was that the woman has spent the whole day dreaming at home and now she was getting things confused... The doctor knew Mrs. Kráner's kitchen of old, well remembered that narrow constantly overheated cubbyhole and knew that that stuffy, ill-smelling nook was a breeding ground for feeble, childish plans; that stupid, perfectly ridiculous desires sometimes caught her unaware there, drifting before her...
    
    
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      "K resigned. She can't do it any more. I should ask the landlord. She had no problem walking in the rain last spring. She is up to no good. She was confused but not to be swerved from her purpose. She's cooking something up. But what the devil is it?" In the course of the afternoon he read the rest of the notes he had made on her but it didn't help: it might be that his suspicions were unfounded and all that was...
    
    
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