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Listen to me, Winifred. Her wings were oddly weak, but for all that she could fly. Kind of knows it, too. The afternoon had passed now into twilight. Jack tried it, and found it locked. But his glance roved, to the door through which Ruth had gone, to Enschede's drooping back. But it was almost choked up with fallen stacks of chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shattered tiles.
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