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I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now. Michelle looked at Lucy's feet, still in the ugly brown
loafers she had worn since last year. “I don’t
know, John. Turning off again
on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley,
into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard,
overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. Though the starling
was more than two feet above the level of the water, he alighted with his little
charge—which he had never for an instant quitted—in safety upon it.
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