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A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the water. At least I rather hoped I might spend my time chasing smugglers, which would have afforded some excitement. ” They clambered down the hill together. Ann Veronica readjusted her chin on her hand. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. ‘It is not easy. . \" Mike retorted churlishly. She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat.
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