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“Lucy. “My Mom makes more money than my Dad, a lot more. ‘I doubt very much whether they are yours at all. He still watched her and questioned her. What passed between them I cannot think—I dare not. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. The prisoner, however, submitted more quietly than was anticipated.
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