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Others pulled hats over their noses, cowered in their seats, and feigned that all was right with the world. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. "You depart for Lancashire to-morrow. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. To divide the agony into two spheres so that one would mitigate the other. ‘You have said you do not wish to marry me,’ she accused.
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