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It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat. Sir Montacute had three children—two daughters and yourself. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. But she had found it very difficult.
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