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"I am, Charcoal. “Mere sensuality. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. In a sense it alters nothing. She stared at him and thought the words, “My husband, my husband. Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all at the club. She stood there limply and did not act to resist him. Show him no quarter, Poll. At every step he seemed to be haunted by the ghost of the past.
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