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” Lucy reassured. ’ ‘Fancy my old pa thinking you was a French spy. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. " "Tell it. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. There would be no moon. F. ’ ‘Perfectly correct, my boy.
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