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‘She would not tell me. No one seeing you together could doubt that she is your granddaughter. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. What were you doing at Remenham House? I can’t puzzle that bit out. A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. It did not matter in the least what name the young fellow was travelling under; all James Boyle O'Higgins wanted was the letter H.
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