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And all to find that picture of Mary Remenham. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. You are always doing something for nothing, and that is why I love you. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand.
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