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’ His colour deepened. "I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. "But I can guess what it's for. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. ” “She didn’t say she’d met any one.
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