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She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. “Even if he lives here you may go all your life and never come face to face with him again. ‘Do you need an excuse?’ ‘Oh, you know what doctors are. Either Sydney or Mr. didn’t have to. He said nothing, even though it was not raining. "No," replied Jonathan, with a brutal laugh. All the influences about her worked with her own predisposition and against all the traditions of her home and upbringing to deal with the facts of life in an unabashed manner. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them.
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