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’ ‘That is what you thought of me. Eric Vorsack still toiled at work. I could not keep away any longer. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. ‘At last,’ he cried, ‘I have found you!’ He would listen to nothing. She was, as Capes had said, a hard young woman. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs.
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