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Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. “I lied, as I would have committed a murder, or done any evil deed sooner than lose you. ” “No,” she cried, “I will not. I thought that he was dead. He was angry. ‘Monsieur Charvill thought perhaps that his daughter would find not a welcome. My garden-close would be a better thing than that. "Thank you; but I've a pocket full of water-chestnuts. Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which he had taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle.
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