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Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. Anticipating this, Wild avoided the shot by suddenly, ducking his head. Aliva Trencher. The Mother Abbess, while thankful, could not be brought to consent to allow the girl out of her charge alone with unknown servants, and Martha was delegated to accompany her erstwhile nurseling to the homeland she had thought never to see again. And I want you for myself—for my wife. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. But go on. A nurse was at the other end of the room.
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