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She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched fingers. She leaned back in the corner of the cab with a little sigh of relief. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. ‘Gone!’ he said. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. You owe what I have done for you, to him, not to me.
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