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[2518] brushed against one another without seeming to notice it, their
heads buried in the ample hood.
[2519] Macmann carried with him and contemplated from time to
time the photograph that Moll had given him, it was perhaps
rather a daguerreotype.
[2520] She was standing beside a chair and
squeezing in her hands her long plaits.
[2521] Traces were visible,
behind her, of a kind of trellis with clambering flowers, roses
probably, they sometimes like to clamber.
[2522] When giving this keep-
sake to Macmann she had said, I was fourteen, I well remember the
day, a summer day, it was my birthday, afterwards they took me
to see Punch and Judy.
[2523] Macmann remembered those words.
[2524] What he
liked best in this picture was the chair, the seat of which seemed
to be made of straw.
[2525] Diligently Moll pressed her lips together, in
order to hide her great buck-teeth.
[2526] The roses must have been
pretty, they must have scented the air.
[2527] In the end Macmann tore
up this photograph and threw the bits in the air, one windy day.
[2528] Then they scattered, though all subjected to the same conditions,
as though with alacrity.
[2529] When it rained, when it snowed
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