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‘Me and the butler didn’t see eye to eye. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. She thought of the smiles she would gather when she brought forth his first grandson. Sheppard, and neither deserve nor desire your thanks. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. It was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by no means of rare occurrence.
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