sight of the writhing rattlesnakes. ‘I think I can help, Miss Mould,’ she called across the room. ‘I’m sure I can remember a spell to get rid of them.’ ‘No, Ethel!’ called Miss Mould, frantically beckoning Ethel towards her. ‘You mustn’t put yourself in any danger!’
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