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“Perhaps this is Nancy’s way of playing,” he thought. Notwithstanding Moses’ endeavors to be attractive, Isobel Crump’s voice, as she addressed her brother’s friend was so frigid that her words penetrated his ear like sharply-pointed icicles. “Jimmy, can you stand?”.
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