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“You—appear to know my name, sir,” Sir John said. " "My God!" cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, "I have killed her. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. He had deliberately saved it for last. (What was the name he had given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be a bundle of colours. She looked at Lucy guiltily, wondering if she would be betrayed. More importantly, she had her wits. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose.
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