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" "Thank'ee, Sir," grinned Sheppard. Perhaps she did love research for its own sake, she was certainly gifted enough. The work itself was refreshingly tonal, Sebastian observed. The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. Without a single ornament about her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest of black gowns, out of which her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was easily the most noticeable and the most distinguished-looking woman in the room. "It's the boy's death-warrant," observed Jonathan, with a sinister smile. ‘Oh, you are making a game with me.
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