I don’t think you understand. Let me engage myself. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. ” TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been transcribed was inconsistent. I will always think of you with fondness, no matter what. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. I’m not discussing Shakespeare. ’ ‘But she must have known I’d longed to hear of you. And now I've another job for you. He resumed his listening.
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