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"Shpeak up, vill you?" cried Abraham, rapping his knuckles against the hatch. "An oath weighs little with me, compared with your safety. Playing became a way of escape. F. Ruth's eyes were wet, but she saw light everywhere: the room was filled with celestial aura. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. Earles with composure into the inner room.
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