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Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. He was a fool. She knew Martha would not ask anything that she did not wish to know. I’ll give you grandpére!’ ‘But milor’—’ ‘Pardon!’ No longer master of his actions, the general lurched forward, waving his cane. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. ‘Is it worth it?’ he asked at last.
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