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She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. And no ill-chances. She's plenty clean below. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes. He was perhaps forty-five years of age. He bullied frankly. Ann Veronica looked up at him and found him regarding her with eyes that were almost woebegone, and into which, indeed, he was trying to throw much more expression than they could carry.
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