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His mother smiled in return, an act that brightened her thin face. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. Trodger laid down their muskets and turned on them. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. Like the nuns, she hardly ever looked in a mirror.
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