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She continued to fan herself. ” 129 She smiled wider. After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees. At the cost of quite a number of torn drafts she succeeded in evolving this: “DEAR MR. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese.
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