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” 240 “Then I’ll wait for you. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. "I need not remind you, Sir Rowland, that I am aware you are deeply implicated in the Jacobite plot which is now known to be hatching. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word. He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers. Swiftly following the sound of knocking, she crossed right and passed through a door near the windows—and found herself in the bookroom.
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