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Your mother - I can see it now — just walked straight out of the room and Harry Roper - Bassett walked out after her .. I stood , shifting from foot to foot . The blotch rustled . It had begun to scratch abominably .
Your mother - I can see it now — just walked straight out of the room and Harry Roper - Bassett walked out after her .. I stood , shifting from foot to foot . The blotch rustled . It had begun to scratch abominably .
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They walked downstairs , Stefan switching on lights as they did so , passing the darkened silent offices on the second floor , the packingroom on the first , and so into the street , lighted and alive with Pye gave movement .
They walked downstairs , Stefan switching on lights as they did so , passing the darkened silent offices on the second floor , the packingroom on the first , and so into the street , lighted and alive with Pye gave movement .
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Lita turned then and walked slowly back across the field towards the farm . She wished that she could have done something . The pilot must have been killed instantly . As she walked she became conscious of someone watching her from the ...
Lita turned then and walked slowly back across the field towards the farm . She wished that she could have done something . The pilot must have been killed instantly . As she walked she became conscious of someone watching her from the ...
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Need a Friend By Elizabeth Berridge | 281 |
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