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” Or someone, she thought with disgust. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. She was dropped off at 2:30 at Whitefield Park, a huge extravagantly lit field in the new part of town.
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