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“I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No. I—well, I lost my temper. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. I have very few friends in Paris. Lucy savored the normalcy of the scene. ‘That is a matter for the lawyers. ’ Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the handle of the door. First-off, he had decided not to tell her what he had found at the bottom of that manila envelope. Now the sense of beauty was spreading to a multitude of hitherto unsuspected aspects of the world about her.
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