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Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. There was the stile on which Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance— how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer. S. “See you at school tomorrow. Up to dinner yesterday I did not expect to come to Canton.
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