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I told you no good would come of it. Nor can we. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. ‘How could I know that it is you?’ She peered at him in the darkness. You can tell me the rest another time. “He means nothing!” She whispered loudly.
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