Spurlock: 'tis Roundhead, sure enough. I never had even a real doll," she added, as she snuggled the flea-bitten head to her heart. Gerald caught the look and slipped the weapon into his pocket. Too intent on her search, and convinced besides that she was quite alone, she had been an easy prey. Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the unborn baby.
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