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The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. His arm closed in around her middle and she was caught. “I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. C.
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