The Dark Fields

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A rap at the door: she dropped her sewing,ndisconcerted, and rose to her feet,nbut already her husband had crossed the roomnand stood at the window, peering through blinds.n"It's all right," he assured her, "they're neighbors.'nHe stepped to the door and opened it wide . . .

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