“Dear me!” he said. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. Upon reading the name, the doctor's eyebrows went up. "I want to know what you've done with the rest of the notes—with the gold— and the papers you took away from my room!" rejoined Wild. She waited expectantly.
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