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Gavin sank down again into his chair and began to rock.
He was thinking of Rittenhouse and how he had left him there, to rock to death on the porch of the Splendide.
It was the only thing in his life for which he felt guilt.
Beneath his black shirt his frail shoulders shook and croaks of pain broke from his throat, the stored pain shattering free in slow gasps, terrible to see.
Clayton tried to call back the face of the man he had known.
Against that other man he could rally his anger ; ;
against this bent man in the chair he was powerless.
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