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shyness and fear of rejection, barely soothed with a series
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of blatantly direct requests and compliments. Whenever you grow
impatient with her, remember the folly of her father. It was her job to keep the house as neat as a pin,
up to the high standard that Sheila expected, being a
nurse. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease,
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himself at the broadsword. . She pushed him gently
on the chest. "You'll lose no time," said the thief-taker.
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