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9. She began to tremble violently. ’ He closed the panel and came slowly out of the little dressing-room, Roding at his heels. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. That is the dreadful truth. " "How had he offended you?" inquired the widow. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. Manning displayed distress.
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