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She could accord her father with one grace: he was not in any manner a hypocrite. ‘Very well,’ he said, lowering his own weapon. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. . The winters were bitter here, they could have just as easily been frozen off. It fell with a clatter to the floor. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out.
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