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She was wan and white. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. We aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. There were two sisters, you know. She prevaricated. "Do you still refuse to make one!" "I have made one," replied Lady Trafford.
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