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It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. E. Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him.
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