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But she found an unknown lady’s discarded garments, and selected some of those that she tried on, sending Kimble off down the secret passage to load them onto the horse she had borrowed—unbeknownst to its owner—from Father Saint-Simon. Love anywhere. They did not want her. “Oh, dammit!” he remarked, “dammit!” with great bitterness as he faced it. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue.
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