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’ Taking the chair she had indicated with a careless wave of one stiff-fingered hand, Gerald felt hope burgeoning. The Widow and her Child. "I am expected, I find," observed Jack, glancing at the well-covered board. How on earth does it concern you?” Annabel laughed hardly. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. Never. The both of them puttering about the tidy two-story house, Lucy would serve them both steaming cups of tea in the front parlor. “I wish I didn’t swear.
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