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‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. ” Michelle looked away. Above her head was an aura of white fire. All the linen was new and stamped with the mark of Whiteaway, Laidlaw & Co. He wore a black tail coat buttoned tightly over his chest, and a large diamond pin sparkled in a white satin tie which had seen better days.
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