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Poor Ben was not so fortunate. So while he talked to this girl of work and freedom, his slightly protuberant eyes were noting the gracious balance of her limbs and body across the gate, the fine lines of her chin and neck. John’s father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. “How do you feel?” she asked. The odds were astounding and yet he had it bad. “I have a letter for you, and no end of messages.
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