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She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. I wouldn't allow you to be honest even if you could be so,—which I doubt. Come, mon ami, come!’ Ever faithful, Kimble dragged himself into a sitting position, gasping at the pain this caused him.
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