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He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. On the stranger's appearance, she was seated near the window busily occupied with her needle. ‘Assuming she can prove her identity, does Remenham House belong to her?’ Mrs Sindlesham shifted her shoulders. He can come round there. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy.
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