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The door was fastened by a catch and a latch with an inside key, to which at night a chain and two bolts were added. I didn’t dream, not even in my wildest dreaming, that—you might have any need of me. Sheppard. Anna sat quite still for a moment, and then the colour suddenly returned to her cheeks. The shape of the head, the height and breadth of the brow, the angle of the nose, the cut of the chin and jaws, all were fine, of a type she had never before looked upon closely. It had been Ann Veronica’s lot as the youngest child to live in a home that became less animated and various as she grew up. He himself had deadened the sound by closing the door. “The man is dangerous.
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