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I’m six hundred and forty-eight years old, John! I should have never seduced a young boy, let alone expected him to keep my secrets for me. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime. It is dull—deadly dull. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. Do you know that he is very much in love with you?” Anna smiled. Horrible doubts assailed her. Which, if we are not all of us very careful indeed, will be stolen from Miss Charvill. Remember, some day you and I are going to have that book.
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