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The thought had not even occurred to him. And probably the girl would wear herself out, too. The Ragged Edge. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. I kept watch over you, for fear of a surprise on the part of Jonathan. ” “But—This bolt from the blue! My God! Ann Veronica, you don’t understand. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. On the morrow Spurlock (who was unaware that he had offered a prayer) let down the bars to his reserve. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect.
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