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You're luck. One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. " "Mine is Howard Spurlock. Pure romantic nonsense on her part. His French is better than mine, so he knew exactly what he was handling. Spurlock relaxed, suddenly, and sank deeply into his pillows. " On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill.
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