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’ The lashes fluttered demurely. ’ ‘Don’t tell me,’ exploded his second-in-command. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. Leonardo had taught her pretty well everything she could have need to know, when they had talked long at his bedside. I was afraid that I might be called upon as a witness. Mr.
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