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He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. I want to do without that for a time. " "Well, it's mighty fine of you to break your journey in this fashion—for someone you don't know, a passer-by. Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow named Dawn Plote. ’ Gerald raised his brows. The doll she had never owned, the cat and the dog that had never been hers: here they were, strangely incorporated in this sleeping man. “Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. “You are so inherently gallant, John, so pure of heart.
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