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Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. “You really couldn’t ride in it,” he said, deprecatingly. ‘Dreadfully untidy, is it not? Can’t abide bare rooms. There will be a world that exists after this Pestilence, and for you, it will mean the wealth from those you extend your current generosity to. “Perhaps,” he queried, “you wish to avoid being seen about with any one—er— connected with the profession, under present circumstances. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground.
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