Surely it was a dream. ” John’s father, Thomas, strode into the front hall at that moment in his golf clothes. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. I didn’t see everything last time. To-morrow I shall come and talk to you again—of other things. The girl’s gaze met his in interested inquiry.
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