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. ‘You wish a life of obedience? So be it, Mademoiselle Charvill. “At the Tredgold Women’s College,” said Ann Veronica. "Thank you," she said, and left the office. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. Without turning or looking in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows upon her knees.
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