But she did not in the least want to do that. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. God must love me, for he has guided me here. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet. Laughed at me, then.
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