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It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. They walked past his old jungle gym set to a hilly park that dwelled sleepily beyond his house. To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable. So she took up Stevenson and began to read aloud. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. It would hurt no one. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion.
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