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\"Shhh! He rolled onto his back again, raising himself in alarm. . Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. ” His face darkened. \"May I come in?\" His bravado was increasing. “Call me Annabel. So there is no escape. . Didn’t I say that this whole business of your camping in Remenham House was the one aspect I could not puzzle out?’ ‘You are very clever, monsieur Gérard,’ she conceded, although Gerald was amused by the grudging note, ‘but in truth it is not yet my house. The boat in which he rode was not overset.
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