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" "Murder him!" cried Trenchard shuddering. Gossip was the driving force in Sheila’s existence. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so. Pews had been brought in and set in two rows before the huge table, covered in white cloth, that formed the altar at the far end.
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