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My, um, my curfew. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. ’ ‘Tchah!’ He glared at her. “You are a miracle! God spares few from the Pestilence. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear.
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