I'm a slave to my word. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Wood," urged Jack. There was the motor accident, too. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone.
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