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“Please call me Carol. ” There came a silence again. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind. I'll talk to her in the morning, but she won't understand what I'm driving at. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and just as pretty as a silver bell. She turned off the light and approached the window. Neither of them joined in the applause which followed upon her exit. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. "Don't look at it, I entreat," she cried.
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