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Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. ‘We needn’t murder Lucia. Drink the toast, Jack. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. She could feel her face turning beet red. He seemed like a very intelligent doctor and not at all like a snooty archbishop. “I believe that you are right,” he said softly.
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