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By the time she was done, the bodies in the bathtub were gathering flies. And she had been doubting since that walk in the Zoological Gardens whether, indeed, he did simply care for her. They fell into step again. A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again. His letter of credit; probably that was it; and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek.
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