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"I am Owen Wood, at your service. How dare you use my name and sing my songs?” Anna looked at her sister in blank amazement. He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. Melusine shrugged. You will never be happy with this hanging over you. It’s not a bit of good pretending there’s any Higher Truth or wonderful principle in this business.
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