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\"Would you like some orange juice?\" Larry had already been working outside for an hour, Mike at his side, dragging grass clippings to the compost pile. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. He bent over to Anna at once. Had he not said as much at Remenham House? She allowed him to march her through the chapel without resistance.
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