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His tone was rough, almost threatening. “What’s that for?” He said. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy. “I don’t know why.
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