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And he held her down. And Sherill wouldn't havecared as much as a sprat what we played. Lynley looked at herhands and she realised she was actually wringing them, like theunfortunate, impotent heroine in a melodrama featuring Simon Legree. The grass washeavily bent with moisture, tree limbs dripped, and the benches alongthe perimeter path were shining slickly with water.
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