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Ramage’s bitterness passed as abruptly as his aggression. . ‘You don’t mind if I sit down?’ She considered him a moment, her head a little on one side. Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot are dying to see you. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. ‘Again?’ Another simple parry.
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