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His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into the box. You have neither reason nor logic. \"You look great!\" \"Thanks. You are to remain here until you are well. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet.
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