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Don’t be frightened, dear. ” He uttered thoughtfully. She had never said anything so horrible to anyone in her life. . She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. E. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. “You MUST,” he said, “because of my depression. Stay! I'll go myself. And a ballot-box—” Her face assumed an expression of intellectual conflict. You were very good.
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