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She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. F. Her old nurse’s hands returned the pressure. They had been informally introduced during floor hockey, when Katy had sent a puck flying into Lucy’s face. “I believe she’s dressing up-stairs—now. ‘So this is Pottiswick’s French spy. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife. The tail-ender of this little caravan, he had been rather out of it. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. Les Misérables, A Tale of Two Cities, Henry Esmond, The Last Days of Pompeii, The Marble Faun … Love stories! Until her arrival in Singapore, she had never read a novel. I'll see.
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