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Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. It had been her home for hundreds of years. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. ” She had spoken rather rapidly. \" She was never hungry for human food. The man looked closely at Anna as she crossed the footway, and as he held her skirt from the wheel he pressed something into her hand. ‘Very useful, of course. She did not want to feel such negative emotion towards any member of her foster family. Innumerable little puzzles were instantly solved. She struggled not to be afraid. 266 She peered up at him. ‘If you shoot me,’ Gerald said quickly, throwing out a hand, ‘I shan’t be able to rescue you.
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