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Norris was so frightened that she ordered the postboys to drive back as fast as they could. . Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. His hair was thick and brown and his skin was fair. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window.
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