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She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. White——” “No more,” Sydney Courtlaw begged, laughingly. 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. The poor things! Oh, it was quite dreadful. Despite him, it was the beauty that she had inherited from her mother they had used to gain the betrothal, and it had not been easy. . E.
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