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We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across. Voilà tout. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. Lucy dug out an old light gray cotton miniskirt that had shrunk on Shari in the wash. And she’s pluck to the backbone. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. “Then you—you will?” A long pause. No matter how many books one read, each was different, as each human being was different.
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