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This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross streets. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. It was just upon the stroke of nine as he entered the Lodge, and Mr. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone.
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