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‘Ask him. A handy knife, and a good tot of something sharp to clean out the wound. I shall find him yet. ” Annabel clutched her sister’s hands. He opened the door of still another room, in one corner of which was a grand piano. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers.
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