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Lucy heard a stir, but if Dawn Plote were to arise and come into the room, it could only mean two murders tonight. She turned and looked at the red LED of the alarm clock that read 3:55. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. But I am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better said. "Miss Thornhill's a charming girl.
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