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The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. They got in my mouth. People who would not go. And so she came upon the word Love. Sheppard, sinking backwards upon the pallet.
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