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"I've the Bridewell account to settle. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. To—to find myself. The doctor and another man were by his bedside when they entered the room, and there were writing materials which had evidently been used close at hand. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. He was a fool. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean.
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