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‘We may have to,’ Gerald answered thoughtfully, staring at the window to one side. Somebody ought to talk to him, warn him. You are to remain here until you are well. I finally got my own set of house keys when I turned eleven. Shamefaced curiosities began to come back into her mind, thinly disguised as literature and art. Oh, I grew fond of you as the years went by. “I think,” he said, “that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to see. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. Now I know that you don’t live as close to the Beck house as you once pretended.
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