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But she certainly remembered that when she was a little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very dexterously in through the gates to the front door. Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites.
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