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Michelle was in sight, Lucy could hear her voice, high in the crowd, and saw her blond head bobbing among a sea of faces. I don’t believe any one could have traced us here. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination.
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