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“Now replace the stone, my child. I can understand now these newspapers when they talk of your magnificent philanthropy. 238 < 30 > IN BED John drove her home after school nearly every day. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue.
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