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” “I told them a lie. She changed into a halter top and a pair of tight jeans herself, and let Lucy brush her long, glossy hair as they talked about mascara, schoolwork, and boys. Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. . Had he come to see her to find if she needed something? No. ‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you. Ramage pursed his rather loose lips and shrugged his shoulders, with his eyes fixed steadily upon her. Hilary could not have suggested such a thing. The picture of Mary Remenham was still on the wall. We two just love each other—the real, identical other—all the time. But I've stacks of books and a grand piano-player.
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