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“Girls of sixteen do not need their own laundry hampers. “Good, I’m so glad, Lucy. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior permission in writing of the author. . ’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin. Gerald sympathised with his friend’s irritation. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images.
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