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But, since I've seen the friend and companion of my childhood, Thames Darrell, I've no heart for it. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. Beyond was a field sloping steeply upwards, and at the top a small pine plantation.
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