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This path, bordered on each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them to a stile. Jackson appears to do, it can't be very offensive to be told, that he's like him. He saw her eyes pass him and settle on a fleetingly pretty strawberry blond girl and her effeminate father. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground.
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