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We smirk, and we’re a bit—furtive. ” His lips tightened, and he frowned with solemn resolution. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. “Serves you right if I’d cracked your skull. ‘Certainly this is true,’ she managed.
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