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Besides this, the door was crossed and recrossed by iron bars, clenched by broad-headed nails. Lucy looked at the stains on the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed to her core. He haunted a state between hectic dreaming and mild delirium, and she found herself talking aloud to him. ‘You do not believe me?’ ‘I do not. 255 “You have a very talented son,” was her opening line.
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