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I was in Lancashire, at our family seat, at the time you mention. “What’s odd?” “Oh, everything!” She shivered, and went to the fire and poked it. “Quite alone, sir. I had to sell out, you see, when my father died, for the estate is in my hands. What's it like, Joan?" "It's a small key, with curiously-fashioned wards. “Please play something for us,” Carol asked, her eyes aglow. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. ‘Lord in heaven, could it be so?’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ exploded Hilary.
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