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The evenings were dulcet and soft. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. ‘You said—who?’ ‘Remenham. The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers. And all this time perhaps you have been waiting, expecting to hear from me.
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