Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. "Bring the light, Nab. 1.
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