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Thyme's voice wailed through the silence. "I thought I could but I want beautiful things. I can't bear it all so grey and horrible. I'm not like that girl. I'm-an-amateur!" 'If I kissed her Martin thought. She sank down again, burying her face in the dark beech-mat. The moonlight had passed on. Her voice came faint and stiffed, as out of the tomb of faith. "I'm no good. I never shall be.
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