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‘I fear you mistake, Emile. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. Instantly I knew that I was going to run away that night before he returned from the neighbouring island.
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