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Mr. ’ Gerald sat back in his chair, thinking hard. She stared at his pleading face. “Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. "Why, how the devil did you happen to guess that?" cried the janizary. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released. Yes—as he would have liked. ‘Oh, peste. It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you.
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