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" "Are they good?" "He can write; but he hasn't found anything real to write about. Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. She hated to leave; for this hour would be the most interesting. I'm ready to bear it all.
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