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Old Kesterton, choleric-looking individual nearly opposite, will curse the cooking till he’s black in the face, but he never misses a dinner. He awoke, strangely content. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. "Do you think I'd part with the sweetest morsel of revenge on those terms? No! But I'll have the secret out of you by other means. I'll call it my wedding gift. Drink the toast, Jack.
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