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The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. It was hot and dry. She was keenly resolved to do well in the school examination, and not to be drowned in the seas of emotion that threatened to submerge her intellectual being. ” “It certainly was,” she admitted. ” She repeated, as if she answered an objector: “A sort of blacklegging. I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now. ” Inwardly, she laughed at the idea of him trying to beat on her, flailing, his arms akimbo. ‘Believe it or not, I do it for pleasure.
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