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Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. Nothing to do; nothing for the hands, the mind, the heart. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle.
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