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’ Gerald laughed. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. There was a strange quality of steel in this pretty creature. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. Paris is not the place for two young girls. In a sense I don’t care. ” He passed his hand wearily over his forehead. The bus however was full. " The spinsters stared at her blankly.
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