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’ *** Everett, General Lord Charvill, master of a barony stretching over a wide estate that encroached on the hundreds of Witham, Thurstable and Dengy, stood before his own fireplace, glaring at his visitors from under bushy white brows from a head held necessarily low above a back painfully bent by rheumatism. He glanced at his watch. She’s obsessed with him, you know, totally obsessed. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. ‘Bon. So he found her when he came round the corner of the spinney. It was the only time she had ever hit him, punched him right in the stomach like one of his favorite Three Stooges episodes.
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