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To these she added the wine and spirits directed, and when all was arranged looked inquisitively at her master. Now that she was his, to make or mar, she presented an extraordinary fascination. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. Here they were regaled with another plentiful meal by the hospitable carpenter, who personally superintended the repast. Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed.
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