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There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. ‘Certainly those are names of the most undistinguished, and I would scorn to have them. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet.
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