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” She tried to plan her proceedings in detail. She could not risk going in the door, lest she run into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks. Give me this picture. “John,” she said, “I am afraid that I am going to make you unhappy. I have not found the secret way into the house, for instance. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. ” “I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know. She thought me— filthy.
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