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‘Pray you, mademoiselle, can you not—’ ‘No use trying to enlist Lucilla’s aid,’ snapped Roding. Spurlock stepped into the room. His face was white. Jonathan nodded assent. I kept them on myself till the sight of your empty chair and the chill loneliness of it all nearly sent me mad.
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