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Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. “I mean to go to that dance! I meant to reason with you, but you won’t reason. Today you shall promise me that you will pull no more of these stunts. "I'll tackle it to-night!" "But it's after ten!" "What's that got to do with it? … The roofs of the native huts scattering in the wind! … the absolute agony of the twisting palms!….
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