He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. Remember what the conjuror said. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. "Did you write it?" "No.
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