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’ He threw one arm across his own chest and clapped himself on the shoulder. Michelle's home was one of the smaller palaces, made solidly of red brick with charming black shutters and window boxes full of drooping violets. “In the end,” it seemed to be thinking, “they embalmed me with the utmost respect—sound spices chosen to endure—the best! I took my world as I found it. Above all, beware of Sir Rowland Trenchard. Sheppard. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know.
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