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She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. ‘Will that be all, ma’am?’ ‘Yes, yes. Capes became rigid and adhesive. It lay undisturbed in the remotest corner of the recess.
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