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"Stir a foot, at your peril. They were sharp and dripping with black blood. ‘That is my mother. Then he took the pulse. ” He dabbed with his paper-weight again, and spoke in an entirely indifferent tone. It was the one that she had sworn she’d throw out, if only Julian had not liked it so much.
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