"Where?" she cried. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. It was common name, so I was thrown off the scent. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. It was her distinctive test of an emotional state, its interference with a kindly normal digestion.
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