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her kill out of her hair. ‘Yes, do,’ approved Lucilla. ‘You! Have you pen and paper?’
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crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as
she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with
the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her
clothing. Here was the place behind the shed
where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of
herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. ”
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"But I've got to go!" insisted Rollo, in perfectly understandable dog-talk. But that
bridge was more remarkable than any the metropolis now possesses. ‘Of course not,’ snapped his friend. ’
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