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‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. Men were going hither and thither with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish, and trying to support the tottering habitations. ‘We will converse in your own tongue,’ he said in French as he led her away. He did not even reply to her for several minutes. She spied him sitting on his armless black couch, his feet splayed as he stared at his television blankly. She brought the cups of cocoa back to the bedroom. She went to the post-office and drew out and sent off her money to Ramage.
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