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She drew in a deep breath of the sweet mountain air. It’s just life, pure life, life nascent, running clear and strong. She washed her face twice after making smudgy eyeshadow and lipstick errors. ‘I must get a handkerchief. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. Ramage,” she cried, “you are outrageous! You understand nothing. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. You represent to me an enigma, the solution of which has become the one desire of my life. Not much to his surprise, Jack Kimble shook his head. I am always reinventing myself with new styles. Too much, perhaps. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes.
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