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Dump popped his head into the cage. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. ‘She wouldn’t tell me. Then she burst into a peal of laughter. Lucy thought he was the most handsome man in the entire world. “What’s wrong with having witchcraft books? Is she afraid that the Princeton Hill villagers will burn you at stake?” Lucy asked sarcastically. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. They troubled no one, and as long as they did not noise themselves abroad and make a nuisance of themselves in this Protestant country, no one troubled them. “I like to think of your offer. In truth, Sheila never saw Lucy murder anyone at all, she only saw the blood. You’d make a good Devil. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees.
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