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There was. The blouse dried nicely, it would only need a touch of starch and a little ironing. Never glance sideways at man. He reached for her and she stroked his head soothingly as his mother had done a few times when he had suffered bad fevers. Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought shelter.
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