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Wood hadn't struck me. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. I bent over him. I’ve never muffed an exam yet. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. gutenberg. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground.
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