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With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. Then she spoke, with a carelessness he instantly suspected. ” She said. “Why not?” “Because you are mine. Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples.
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