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her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond
moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under
my bed and threw them away. On the day he carried the manuscript to Copeley's he brought back a packet of
letters, magazines, and newspapers. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or
unaccountably dear, or both. "
"You don't have to. ’
‘It’s not that,’ the nun said urgently, ‘but I’ve remembered something
important. "
"A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. It was not the
type of household where one could come and go at all
hours, for this she was glad.
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