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He understood. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. “In five minutes I shall be ready. She could feel her face turning beet red. He glanced at Ruth (who had stood with her back to the wall, pinned there throughout the contest by terror and the knowledge of her own helplessness), then at the bronze menace, and calculated correctly that this particular adventure was finished.
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