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She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether he had anything further to say. I have suffered too much from your treachery. Only a son’s another story. She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire.
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