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looked back into his eyes , whispered , ' I should not have let you do that , ' returned her eyes to the moon , and whispered , ' Or should I ? ' Jenny ! ' he ordered . ' Close your eyes . Pretend you really are back twelve years ago .
looked back into his eyes , whispered , ' I should not have let you do that , ' returned her eyes to the moon , and whispered , ' Or should I ? ' Jenny ! ' he ordered . ' Close your eyes . Pretend you really are back twelve years ago .
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She looked from his eyes to his feet , and from his feet up to his eyes , and with one fast swing of her fist she crashed him across the face . Her engagement ring drew a red line in blood across his jaw .
She looked from his eyes to his feet , and from his feet up to his eyes , and with one fast swing of her fist she crashed him across the face . Her engagement ring drew a red line in blood across his jaw .
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It was this quality in her that reminded me of where I had seen that sudden darkening and lightening of her eyes before . Early of May mornings in the middle of lakes in the west of Ireland , as still and large as mirrors of infinity I ...
It was this quality in her that reminded me of where I had seen that sudden darkening and lightening of her eyes before . Early of May mornings in the middle of lakes in the west of Ireland , as still and large as mirrors of infinity I ...
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