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But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed. ‘Is there a resemblance?’ ‘This is Mary Remenham?’ ‘That is my late niece, yes. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. She bussed his cheek with her small lips as he stood by the open door, and exited alone towards the sleeping house.
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