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She shut the door behind her. ‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. ” They were lingering over their dessert. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. His chin was angular and his lips were 16 small, his mouth tiny and refined. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered. Threw it out.
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