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’ ‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching her stiff fingers. Piercing through every crevice in the clothes, it, in some cases, tore them from the wearer's limbs, or from his grasp. She stared at his pleading face. “Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. " "Well said, Jack," cried Figg. "Here I am, Captain," cried a voice from without. ’ ‘What is all this about your proof?’ demanded Roding, diverted. “Annabel;” he moaned.
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