” She trailed off as the smell hit her nose. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. The Master of the Mint IV. I couldn’t help the thought.
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