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The original passage, Martha had told her, had led only from an upstairs room to one downstairs. She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. The executioner shook his head. She gurgled. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself. . Wood. . E. " There was another pause. ‘—without telling her why,’ he finished, ignoring the interjection.
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