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’ A panel slid open and she stepped into the relative light of the little dressingroom, Kimble close behind her. ” She thought of her father, and with an effort dismissed him from her mind. He thought of his severe attitude towards the girl who was rightly and with contempt refusing his measured help. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. ‘Certainly I am not a nun. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing.
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