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We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. It was Celeste’s idea. “May I sit beside you?” “It’s a very difficult one,” said her aunt. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have. Sailors would leave them at the trader's.
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