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She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. Activity in the hall intensified. He turned to observe what this object was that had so unexpectedly diverted the young man's attention. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. She made no attempt to answer her sister’s question. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour.
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