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Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. The door opened, and a slightly overweight pretty blonde, an older, wiser version of Michelle, came into view. His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. He broke his arms in two places and several bones in his right hand. Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the condemned pew, where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending himself on the seat endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose. . “No, I mean that we should assemble ourselves in case your parents arrive home.
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