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“I told you I did not love you. But that possibility had been anticipated. Our land brings us in nothing. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. ’ ‘Gosse,’ corrected Lucilla.
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