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To his relief, Mrs Sindlesham stepped into the breach, grasping her cane and rising painfully from her chair. ’ She shrugged. In the end he broke his own heart along with your mother's. It had been her home for hundreds of years. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. ’ It took several frustrating moments, working at the protrusions of the carving down the side of the bookshelves, tugging at leaves, pushing at flowers.
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