She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark, “They’re playing football. " "'The avenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer'," said Wood, who was culling for himself certain texts from the scriptures.
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