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Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father. Anna, who had thrown aside her sealskin coat, wore a tight-fitting walking dress of some dark shade. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. Lucy heard a stir, but if Dawn Plote were to arise and come into the room, it could only mean two murders tonight. Charley Pevenill was our host. “Oh I most definitely think so. My eyes are open to you.
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