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A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. Or perhaps my father once. I didn’t understand before that letter. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them.
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