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Devil Fire is "She was sure of you!" Mrs. Gereth returned. But this didn't diminish the satisfaction taken by Fleda in showing how serenely and lucidly she could talk. "If he shouldn't be there," Fleda interrupted, "there will be no harm done.".

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🎮 "That's another matter: they'd bear it if I could. There won't have been, this time either, a shake or a scratch. But I'm too tired—I very nearly don't care." "Come round?"!

🏆 "Forever?" Owen gasped. Fleda appeared to consider: she appreciated her visitor's magnanimous use of the plural. "Mona won't die," she replied.!

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