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“You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart. “Good God!” he exclaimed. To witness this girl sewing on a loose button, flopping the coat about on her knees, tickled his ironic sense of humour; and laughter bubbled into his throat. Thank you for walking me home the other day.
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