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john9221 · Wysłany: Wto 18:38, 01 Mar 2011

eside usnose to ground.
The conversation was scanty. John Silence's grave face did not encourage talk. He wore the expression I knew
well--that look of earnest solicitude which meant that his whole being was deeply absorbed and preoccupied.
FrightenedI had never seen himbut anxious often--it always moved me to witness it--and he was anxious
now.
On the way back you shall see the laundry building Colonel Wragge observed shortly [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], for he [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], too [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], found
little to say. We shall attract less attention then.
Yet not all the crisp beauty of the morning seemed able to dispel the feelings of uneasy dread that gathered
increasingly about our minds as we went.
In a very few minutes a clump of pine trees concealed the house from viewand we found ourselves on the
outskirts of a densely grown plantation of conifers. Colonel Wragge stopped abruptlyandproducing a map
from his pocketexplained once more very briefly its position with regard to the house. He showed how it ran
up almost to the walls of the laundry building--though at the moment beyond our actual view--and pointed to
the windows of his sister's bedroom where the fires had been. The roomnow emptylooked straight on to the
wood. Thenglancing nervousyilai:
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you know she is dead