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He was caked with dried muck. Gerald’s chest tightened. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt
tucked in, he laboured. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked
round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever. The thought had not even occurred to him. “Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it
will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play
with words. Lucy heard a stir, but if
Dawn Plote were to arise and come into the room, it
could only mean two murders tonight. Part 3
For a time they walked in silence through the back streets that lead southward
from the College.
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