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No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. “What else did Michelle say?” “She said that the guy was all broken up about it, that he had another woman on the side or something. ” She laughed. Consternation gripped him. By the time she was done, the bodies in the bathtub were gathering flies. “What have I done, Miss Pellissier?” he pleaded. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire.
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