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Authors

Alice Gorki

Abstract

A violently inhospitable wind slashed sheets of rain over the taxi and across the spacious yard, drenching the long walk that led to the streaming, puddling portals of Xavier's tonight doubly affluent front doorstep. The driver leaped out of his vehicle, anxious to escort me - for I am a very young-looking widow - and I helped him negotiate the interval betwixt us and Mr. Balilinkinoff's gale-vexed veranda.

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