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" "A promise to my mother?" said Winifred, unsuspiciously. And don't worry about the six thousand, Hoddy. Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. 95 The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been brought in for DUI. What has been the matter?” “Toothache,” he answered laconically. ‘Again?’ Another simple parry. He had done it. You sent back my Christmas checks.
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