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” “Your sister,” he answered, “did me the honour of dining with me last night. Milice,’ Gerald translated. “Do you need me to tell you? You have tasted the luxury of power. I thought he was in Newgate. Well, I don't blame you on that ground. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face.
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