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“Drive towards St. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. A pity, en effet, that she dare not truly desire him to rescue her. He must know she’ll be at a convent. A woman may choose any one for her lover, but for her friend she makes no mistake. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. “His stipend forbade it,” she said, and seemed to fall into a train of thought. " "Do you suppose he knew?" "He? Oh, you mean Mr.
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