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The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. Sheppard let fall her basket. ‘To see Charvill. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle. ‘Left to yourself, my girl, you may not have any affairs. It’s your first evening, and early impressions do count for so much.
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