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. He could think about it later. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. ’ She turned, her eyes narrowed. She turned to Lucilla, a plea in her face. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. She is my only family.
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