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“His dress for no man lays a snare; A man scores always, everywhere. The well of tears in her eyes was dry. ’ Gerald reached out and took her hand, enclosing it between both his own. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face.
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