“Why do you kill me?” Michelle asked. “Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt. Of course there are, millions of them. Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which he had taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it. ” Lucy blinked from the winter sunlight and reached behind herself to yank at her hood. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped.
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