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Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. . Ennison seemed to feel already the shadow of tragedy approaching. Certain reserves went down on both sides. The bolder members in the House left their places to go lobbyward, grinning. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground. They were followed by Jonathan, who carried a stout stick under his arm, and planted himself near the stone.
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