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She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. If he did resemble me, I shouldn't care about him. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times when shrieking would have relieved her. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen.
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