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tainly could not forgive herself. |
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Did he also revile her as a fallen woman after the way she had behaved with him last night? |
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She held her breath, hardly noticing that she twisted her fingers in her lap. Quite suddenly the residue of the bagel and cream cheese, orange juice, and coffee all seemed to mold into a large iron cannonball in the pit of her stomach. |
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She willed her voice, however, to remain calm. "Yes, Mike, I agree that we must talk." |
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"Abby, you told me some pretty incredible things yesterday, and I don't know how to deal with them. But after your helping me beforeand particularly after what we shared last nightI want to give you the benefit of the doubt." |
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Joy surged through her, but she held it back, unable to accept what she had heard. Letting her breath out slowly, she ventured, "You . . . believe me, then?" |
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His dubiousness showed in the lopsided twist to his mouth, though when he spoke he sounded regretful. "Not really. How can I accept that a normal woman who is clearly flesh and blood, judging by all I saw and felt last night" |
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Abby felt herself turn bright scarlet, and her now-still hands suddenly demanded all her attention. |
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"is from more than a hundred years in the past? But I don't know what to make of the fact you claim to have shared my private hallucination. And . . . Abby, how did you really know that the flood was coming? Or that the elevator wasn't |
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