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"Come Bess,—no whimpering. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. He was snoring stupidly. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming. ” She lifted her eyebrows. C. She became aware of the Scotch student regarding her with stupendous amazement, a tea-cup poised in one hairy hand and his faceted glasses showing a various enlargement of segments of his eye.
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