burning torches waited to welcome them, and another band drawn upon the sidewalk broke into The Voice of South Africa', the nationalanthem. But he listened avidly for Centaine Courtney to callagain. Tell me the story. He thought how much he hated her, and realized that he lovedher as much, and the tears in his eyes blinded him.
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