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" "What for?" demanded the turnkey. She had very few clear memories before a particular day in the library, when they had finished one of her first reading lessons. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. " "Come, lad; let's have it," said McClintock. I’ve muddled all this business.

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