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” Anna had reached the house where she lodged, but she hesitated on the doorstep. I know my son's voice too well. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. Some part of the stiff vigour of the man seemed to have subsided. It is foolish, she murmured to herself, foolish.
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