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"You read it, Ruth. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. He knocked at the door. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. ” She took a step. For all you might know, I might have someone watching you.
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