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Why do women take to lies and deceit and trickery as naturally as a duck to water?” “You are not alluding, I hope, to Miss Pellissier?” Ennison said stiffly. ‘Parbleu,’ she uttered indignantly. She had a gold watch, a very good gold watch that had been her mother’s, a pearl necklace that was also pretty good, some unpretending rings, some silver bangles and a few other such inferior trinkets, three pounds thirteen shillings unspent of her dress and book allowance and a few good salable books. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow named Dawn Plote. "Vill this do?" demanded the constable, taking the candle from the lantern, the better to display the narrow limits of the hole. But I liked to say it. The conversation which her entrance had interrupted began to buzz again all around her.
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