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Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. "Put your arms about me. I cannot do it, David. When he was up and about, the idea of flight would return. I will go to-night. I wish they would just get it over with. It was easy to imagine great power in such a man. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. And ever after it struck him that her backward smile as she disappeared was charged with some special significance. That is so like you, Diana—Pallas Athene! (Pallas Athene is better. By George, I forgot! McClintock said there was a typewriter in the office and that I could have it.
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