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"I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. “I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. “That is where I got confused,” he said. The detective reckoned that his quarry would be up in ten days more. ‘You’re speaking the truth. Why don’t you wait and see if you do truly love me, then I can believe you? Then I know I am worth waiting for. The pearls were really yours?" "They were left to me by my mother. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying.
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