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” Lucy said. ” “Possibly—bit by bit. . Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily. ‘Eh bien. ” “You are not a coward,” she repeated, “or you would not be my friend. Very well! I will try to help you. " "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother. . ‘And she’s—’ She broke off, a sudden light in her eyes. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised.
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