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He had. He had barely settled at his desk in his library, when he was disturbed by two morning callers. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. “Then we must try and make London endurable for you,” he remarked cheerfully.
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