There were footsteps behind him, then a voice: "Cousin Lymon, your dinner is set out upoable."
"My appetite is poor tonight," said the hunchback, who had beeing sweet snuff all the day. "There is a sourness in my mouth."
"Just a pick," said Miss Amelia. "The breast, the liver, and the heart."
Together they went bato the bright café, and sat down with Henry Macy. Their table was the largest one in the café, and on it there was a bouquet of s lilies in a Coca Cola bottle. Miss Amelia had finished with her patient and was satisfied with herself. From behind the closed office door there had e only a few sleepy whimpers, and before the patient could wake up and bee terrified it was all over. The child was now slung across the shoulder of his father, sleeping deeply, his little arms dangling loose along his fathers back, and his puffed-up face very red -- they were leaving the café to go home.
Henry Macy was still silent. He ate carefully, making no noise ……（内容加载失败！）
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