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"Like master like man," observed Jack as he rolled the inanimate body to the side of the road. For a moment O'Higgins had hoped that the ink applications would be recent. She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. Her mother had prepared her for everything. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother.
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