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The boy was right. ‘You can’t go to England. An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other. ” A flush of excitement crept into her cheeks. Perhaps Sir John is going to take the other one under his wing. “Heavens, look at the time!” she exclaimed. ‘So now we come to it. The mummies were tossed into the collection. Sweet sixteen year old Shari, who never once figured out the morning sleep hangovers she suffered monthly. Both arm-chairs had been moved a little so as to face each other on either side of the fender, and in the circular glow of the green-shaded lamp there lay, conspicuously waiting, a thick bundle of blue and white papers tied with pink tape.
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