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Wood hadn't struck me. It was a purse. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. The both of them puttering about the tidy two-story house, Lucy would serve them both steaming cups of tea in the front parlor. ” “I can’t work. “He knows. He'll mend, I hope.
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