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Thunder rumbled behind the manicured hills. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. ’ Mrs Ibstock’s lips tightened and she looked away a moment. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. As to his mother, I've no pity for her. 1.
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