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" "Who's lost?" demanded Ireton. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen.
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