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Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. “Sir John,” her aunt repeated, with thin emphasis, “is coming to see your sister. She drew her naked arms around herself. Sir John filled his glass with trembling hand. Even after this woman had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke.
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