" "It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood. One of your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to London. Fascination. Some part of the stiff vigour of the man seemed to have subsided. She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she entered the room, her own personal Farhat. Wild horses wouldn’t drag it out of me, even I knew anything, which I don’t. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing.
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