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"Because it's not like you," was her answer. . . “P. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. He seemed to have expected them. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness. She could have kissed Cathy. The houses loomed progressively larger as one strode up the block, growing from ranch to two-story, from squat 1950's modern to stately 1890's palace. Lucilla shoved Roding out of the way so that she could take hold of Melusine’s hands again. One chance in a thousand, and that would be the girl. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. This unexpected interpolation might spoil the efficacy of all that had gone before.
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