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” “No. She tended the twins while the Clotilde was in Sebastian’s private chambers, a place she gave a wide berth. What she had termed illuminative now appeared to be only another phase of the mystery which enveloped the child. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. Lucy's grin faded. I thought that he was dead.
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