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Days later, Sebastian found her by the lake, sobbing. She ran down alleyways and between buildings, faster than an Olympian, until she could hear his voice no more. The small Diedermayer clan was a captive audience. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. They had not to tarry long. “I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe. But that brought Mrs. But the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it.
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