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Jack Kimble. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. ‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted.
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