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The fourth man and several others found their dead antecedents there , as the golden box passed from hand to hand , and the women waited nervously , clutching their little children against their thighs . Suddenly , a man stepped forward ...
The fourth man and several others found their dead antecedents there , as the golden box passed from hand to hand , and the women waited nervously , clutching their little children against their thighs . Suddenly , a man stepped forward ...
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... and the village itself turned any eyes it had after dark in the opposite direction , where the buses ran and the nearest small town and station lay - nevertheless there was an occasional local who passed that way after dark .
... and the village itself turned any eyes it had after dark in the opposite direction , where the buses ran and the nearest small town and station lay - nevertheless there was an occasional local who passed that way after dark .
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Occasionally raised headlights passed across the mere house itself , as if erecting it like a theatrical set - piece , fretted eaves and twirled chimneys and patterned Victorian brick suddenly there for a passing second .
Occasionally raised headlights passed across the mere house itself , as if erecting it like a theatrical set - piece , fretted eaves and twirled chimneys and patterned Victorian brick suddenly there for a passing second .
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