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Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. At this time of day the priest would be at his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which the building overlooked. Lucy could see the anger in her silhouette, the punishments and the grounding being formulated for the now dead daughter. I saw him ride away with that other fellow.
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