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Eleanor laughed, her cheeks flushing like a girl’s. She almost threw it away. But that Sunday, she found herself on the train to St. Ives.

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The pier was empty except for a stooped man in a fisherman’s coat. No blue scarf. Disappointed, she turned to leave. Eleanor laughed, her cheeks flushing like a girl’s

“I’m Eleanor,” she said, and held out her hand. ” he admitted