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She alone of them all knew that he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. And most of the others she had met had, she felt, the same steadfastness. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. “No, I’m not a virgin. ‘You said she was beautiful.
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