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Wild horses wouldn’t drag it out of me, even I knew anything, which I don’t. It was a night well-fitted to their enterprise, calm, still, and profoundly dark. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. But to draw the attention of the milice, no, that is not at all desirable. It was Ennison, who loomed up through the shadows. But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in his breast.
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