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He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. We were fellow passengers from Charing Cross, and we have been fellow lodgers in the Rue d’Entrepot. The afternoon had passed now into twilight. Then perhaps I shall send for him if he has not forgotten. Pretend to weep both of you as loudly as you can. I think we will soon, though. When it came time to eat once again, she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided.
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