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“I wouldn’t. She was to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine linens, a small book of poetry. McClintock would bang his fist upon the table. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. There were lines in her face that age had not put there. In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes.
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