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“Morning, Mom. ‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’ ‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. I'm a stickler about clothes and clean chins. The sounds of the seashore infiltrated her dreams as she floated in heavenly bliss of sleep. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. She approached Ruth with open arms; and something in the way the child came into that kindly embrace hurt the older woman to the point of tears. ’ As a matter of fact, I am not. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. She was alone with a deadly enemy.
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