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The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. Or else—Else it will be impossible that I can be his friend. ” He moved himself from the recliner to the couch and patted a cushion. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. Her father was distinctly irascible, and disposed more than ever to hide away among the petrological things—the study was turned out.
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