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’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. "I've said it," rejoined Jonathan, peremptorily. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window.
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