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A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked. “He will find it difficult no doubt to alter his style of living,” she said.
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