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Mr. He frowned. “That young man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the Café de Paris to-day. “I was lonely. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. ” Ann Veronica sat over her fire with her father’s note in her hand.
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