” He stared at a little eddy. He held in his hands many threads. "Who's there?" cried Rachel. ” “It is ironic that you say that, John, for it is I who am afraid of you. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. That is my real milieu, and one that I am convinced you would not only adorn but delight in.
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