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He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. His eyes were red. “Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. Anna tore it open and passed it to Courtlaw. Not much. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands.
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