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Kneebone nodded. I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. If the principal instigator of the crime, whom I afterwards encountered on the platform, and who was dashed into the raging flood by the shower of bricks, escaped, his preservation must have been indeed miraculous. He fixed it. "As long as I live, I'll never forget that dress of hers," Prudence declared. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild.
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