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” She put on a short dress that was sky blue, with thick straps about the shoulders. They used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and, anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly mischance. No, don’t interrupt me. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. . . ” “Where?” He asked.
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