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A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. The spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a dress thirty years out of date. Her desires were not for riches.
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