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There was a black fear in his heart. But he wrote on. She was young and bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long, straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her shoulders. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. It was thought, however, if the skipper could have been found, that the result of the case would have been materially different. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches.
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