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Wood, in equal trepidation. ’ A scowl crossed the lady’s face. There was only one prisoner in the ward. ‘But I’ve known that for years. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers.
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