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She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. Ennison stood still for a moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. I must see if I have a gown fit to wear. Her faculties seemed for a moment numbed. She looked in the glass over and over as she checked for lint and makeup streaks. The bridge was open.
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