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” Anna lifted her hand and pushed open the trap door. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. The flight. ” “Of course you’re converted?” she said.
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