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Text: Gertrude Coppard watched the young miner as he danced, a certain subtle exultation like glamor in his movement, and his face the flower of his body, ruddy, with tumbled black hair, and laughing alike whatever partner he bowed above. She thought him rather wonderful, never having met anyone like him. Her father was to her the type of all men. Each paragraph will be a test.

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