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Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. “It’s like this,” he said, and dragged a stool beside her and sat down with his elbow four inches from hers and made a sketch.
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