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Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. . ” She said wistfully. I haven’t, anyhow. “For me there is no second turn. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. He turned. I don't know; I really don't know," she found herself repeating.
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