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” Lucy answered, disturbed at how rehearsed the apology sounded. "What is it you want?" she asked, as she held out the coat. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. . He came to her and stood before her, waiting, the morning light dazzling his eyes. Your mother, for instance, couldn’t. "And on my part, I shall not lift a hand to defend myself. “Very likely,” he answered. “You poor little girl!” he cried. "Mr. Kneebone?" "He'd better not," muttered Blueskin.
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