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I have known Miss Pellissier as long as any of you perhaps, and I have seen something of her since her arrival in London. Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim, a young highwayman. ‘Quite mad, nuns are. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. Grudgingly he admired her. We were two people with a craving. Beyond was a field sloping steeply upwards, and at the top a small pine plantation. . I have tried not to tell you—tried to be simply your friend. Your maid would not be of the least protection. But to live at peace with your neighbour….
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