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“You need not be alarmed,” he said. She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside. “All these days I have taken her for you. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. She ignored it until it repeated itself. The key's in the lock, on the inner side. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. The late afternoon, en effet. Boys were ordered to wear white buttondown shirts and pleated black trousers. Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano. You are nothing of the sort.
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