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This is my last week at the ‘Unusual,’ you know. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. I fancy that Sir John does not approve of me. How the devil did you break a picture?’ ‘Don’t be obtuse, Hilary.
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