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She was a short girl, and like her father not so much stocky as fleshy. The plumpness that blurred the lines of her chin and throat and distracted attention from her really fine green eyes was her worst feature; the burning red hair that spilled down her back nearly to her waist, her best. Although Mark, at fourteen, was a head taller, she looked down on him intellectually from the towering superiority of eighteen additional months.