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The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. I have always managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop talking about her parents. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. “That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune.
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