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‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating. Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird. “I feared we might have a fog. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. I loved her and made love to her, and I don’t think she quite loved me back in the same way. Then we can look out together for such employment—as would be more suitable for you.
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