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In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. ’ ‘That’s fortunate,’ murmured Lucilla. ” Anna glanced towards her sister, but the latter avoided her eyes. ” He looked at Lucy. ’ Le Petit Journal said that the man was dead. ‘You’re speaking the truth. ” Lucy retorted, “Well, I’m not going to make the yearbook anytime soon dressed like this, am I.
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