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The lady whose husband had been Mayor of Hartlepool looked at Anna and sniffed. That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town. “Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her knee. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent inhabitants of London. ‘I know, Melusine. And tell Pottiswick to mend that lock we broke. She missed them already.
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