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The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. In others, she acts with the speed and surety of the loosed arrow. The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. She pulled her veil down, and he knew that silence was best. They conversed, or more or less she interviewed him. If she spoke to a policeman she did not know what would ensue. And, lastly, there's Mr.
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