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She did not answer him, as she did not know what to say. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. ‘But what is it that amuses you, Jacques?’ Kimble’s grin spread wider. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk.
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