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It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins. You are my prisoner, murderer. Ann Veronica, with a sigh at the cost of hospitality, made a hasty negotiation for an extra tea and for a fire in the groundfloor apartment, and preened herself carefully for the interview. It’s a thing I’ve unaccountably overlooked. "Yes, my angel, to her—rest her soul! She extorted it from me, and bound me by a solemn oath to fulfil it. Still, it was true about men.
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