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’ He bowed slightly, and indicated the house behind them with a wave of his hand. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. The point is, Spurlock was coming along: queerly, by his own imagination. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. ‘Not where we’re going.
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