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On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. ’ Hilary’s gaze was raking the room. Never had she seemed to him so much like Anna. Oh, John. ’ ‘You see, I am of them,’ she said seriously, ‘but not with them—yet. We’re handfuls.
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