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She could not bear the shame of it. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. “How are those books any different from the witchcraft books?” “I dunno. “Shhh. ” Annabel clutched her sister’s hands. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously. He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself. I step on my neighbour's feet, return and apologize because my acquired conscience orders me to do so; whereas you might pass on without caring if your neighbour hopped about on one foot.
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