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Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. If he got her outside, surely the soldiers would see her and intervene.
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