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Her long arms handled the sword with a memorized ease and grace. Mike knocked on the door. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents. From then on he was Ruth's dog.
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