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“Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley. So, when I tell you she loves you, I know. The priceless things were gathered, the belongings packed. The women, Ann Veronica thought, were not quite so interesting as the men. Melusine’s eyes shifted. Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest. Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see.
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