” He threw the stone protecting the crypt to one side. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Amongst others, Mr. . To reach the door they had to pass the end of the table, and behind the chair where Mr. Brendon felt his arm seized. The tension was palpable.
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