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At the sound of the door Ann Veronica uncovered a tearless face, and with one swift movement assumed a conversational attitude. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. The boy would never know just how lucky he was. Wood, sharply.
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