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He turned to observe what this object was that had so unexpectedly diverted the young man's attention. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. “All right?” he asked. .
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