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‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. Dead or alive, I'll have him. “Great Scott!” he exclaimed huskily. After all, this could never be the black sheep. He’s a footman who works for the nuns and has taken up the cudgels on her behalf. Ireton; for may I be hanged myself if I don't believe he'll be as good as his word. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father.
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