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Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. She hoped the lights would become hot enough to melt her into the floor. Yesterday!—who cared? To-morrow!—who knew? "Porpoise," she said, touching his hand. ” Lucy said tenderly.
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