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🎮 “Curious,” said the girl, “so am I. My father’s a mill manager near Bolton. You weren’t educated there?” Behind her drawn-down lids, she offered up a little prayer that she might always be worthy of his homage. She didn’t know it would make no difference to him.!

🏆 A fear was creeping over her. “Why have you come back?” she asked. “We tried to pretend it was only one of Jack’s little jokes,” explained Greyson as he folded up the cutting; “but it wouldn’t work. It was too near the truth.”!

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