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She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. “No reason. She tried to think how people get work. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. A town called Foster. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly. She is English! I am sure of that. . But d—n him! let's talk o' something more agreeable.
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