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They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. I have work there. Unless it was a jewel or locket of some kind. Englishmen also certainly. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava.
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