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She did not remember how many seasons it took before she relented, how much time before she decided to toy with his affections. His horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. ” That phrase about dragging the truth through swamps of nonsense she remembered from Capes. Rubbishy novels and pernicious rascals. I cannot protect you.
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