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His tone was rough, almost threatening. She came to adore them. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. ” “It certainly was,” she admitted. "Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. " "That's better. Her senses were prickled when she felt a new pair of eyes upon her.
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