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“Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. The important secret remained locked in my breast, but I resolved to be avenged. He had scarcely completed his toilet, when he was startled by a noise at the door, and heard his own name pronounced in no friendly accents. Boys keep you busy, don’t they?” Lucy said in a light tone. “Often,” he repeated, a little heavily. So far, however, was this submission from producing the desired effect, that it seemed only to lend additional fuel to her displeasure.
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