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“My mom is making duck. We had such a pride in you, such hope in you. And here you are!” Her aunt opened all the fingers of her gloved hand in a rhetorical gesture. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. Lucy, would you like to be my date for the silly little dance they call the Junior Prom?\" There was a pregnant pause as she digested the information. To be sure, he was attentive, respectful; but in his conduct there was none of that shameless camaraderie of a man who loved his woman and didn't care a hang if all the world knew it. Drummond had made an abominable mistake.
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