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” Annabel shrugged her shoulders. He destroyed her clumsily made dolls whenever he found them. So strongly was he impressed with this idea, that grasping the iron bar with both hands, he dashed it furiously against the door, making the passage echo with the blows. Our mutual safety requires it. She threw him his car keys. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose.
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