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She cleaned everything, wiped every surface, mopped and scrubbed every last drop of blood. Yes, I can readily believe it. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. I mean Miss Charvill no harm. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. “I don’t mean simply intensity of sensation. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label.
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