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«Rebecca Mary took another stitch. Then another. «Ninety-sevvun, ninety-eight,» she counted aloud, her little pointed face gravely intent. She waited the briefest possible space before she took ninety-nine. It was getting very close to the Time now. «At the hundred an' oneth,» Rebecca Mary whispered. «It's almost it.» Her breath came quicker under her tight little dress.»
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