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She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. " "Is she alive?" repeated the widow. It was a habit of his to talk to himself. Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow named Dawn Plote. "You show more consideration to the feelings of a hempen widow, than there is any need to show. He thought her only an orphan in search of her English relatives. “She contrives somehow to strike the personal note in an amazing manner. He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly examining the inscription. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs.
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