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Earles?” he inquired. He was content to talk about himself, though in the back of his clever mind he already suspected that she was not offering any details about her life. He cocked an eyebrow. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. Decidedly this was imbecile. “Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon.
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