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If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. “It was great, Shari!” She replied the stars still in her eyes. To-morrow they will all be contradicted. " CHAPTER XIII. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray.
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