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It’s a pure joy of giving—giving to YOU. That is what my mother used to call me. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. He kissed her again. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. Books! Aren't they wonderful?" The blind alley of life stretching out before her, with its secret doorways and hidden menaces; and she was unconcerned. Earles said, rubbing his hands together, “by post. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress.
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