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She wasn’t well-liked really, I think people were jealous of her. And I think I will indeed blow off your imbecile head. Let me lend you some money. Such a beautiful boy he is, but his intelligence is marginal. ’ He shifted unguardedly, and hissed a breath, wincing. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. He misstated her age and address; but you can’t get home on him for a thing like that.
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