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Stanley, and paused. She was practically an outcast, she had not even the ghost of a plan as to her future, and she had something less than five pounds in her pocket. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. ” Annabel looked down. ” Their eyes met for a moment. Here, turnkey. ” She said. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Pay fools with promises.
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