. "Close the door!" commanded Trenchard, impatiently. I never let her read stories, or have pets, dolls. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. ‘The truth is, Everett,’ she said brightly, limping up to the general and tucking a hand in his arm, ‘that the girl is you all over again. Let’s go.
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