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She could not hide her face. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. But ——” A look checked him. ‘To take a baby all the way to France without a wet-nurse. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. He talked about his driver's license, how he would soon inherit his older brother's BMW.
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