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" "It's a queer girl. She was fatigued physically and mentally, and neither mind nor body could rest. Then Courtlaw looked across at her with a white puzzled face. You see—I didn’t understand. "You've given him a broken head, I perceive. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. " "You shall not stir a footstep. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. Stanley’s pace slackened.
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