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Come with me, Langley, and bring the lantern. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. There were two sisters, you know. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. We must always move on.
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