She’s fallen off and hurt her arm. ”At that moment Marion walked in, still looking sulky. Tory was just sitting at the kitchen table, twisting a drying-up cloth, gazing unseeingly at a mountain of chopped onions. Unable to get at them physically, the saboteurs launched their toughest offensive.
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