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Larry kept digging heartily into his spaghetti, not intrigued in the slightest. They used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and, anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly mischance. “It spreads like wildfire. The burden of decision had been transferred. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. ‘They weren’t no soldiers.
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