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It was 1582. But I will go. ‘And, if this was not enough,’ went on the lady furiously, ‘you dare to say I am French. “My hand! This isn’t the place. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins.
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