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Hardy left the house five minutes after Audrey and Wyndham. In the doorway of the dining-room he stepped on a small muslin pocket-handkerchief. It was stained here and there with specks of blood. He picked it up, kissed it, and put it in his pocket.
For a long time after that he had no clear sense of anything, except, at times, of the misery that made the only difference between being drunk and sober.