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She was nestled under his bedspread. He had informed her that to leave him would be a choice to live a life of meager subsistence. "We've no time for any Bedlam scenes now. Celestial Uncles! Spurlock chuckled, and a bit of chestnut, going down the wrong way, set him to coughing violently. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books.
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