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She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. Prudence? Mr Remenham’s sister that was. ” She looked at him with uplifted eyebrows—a look of whimsical incredulity. “Do you think he’s still around?” She paused thoughtfully. " "Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles," said Jack, in a tone of mock authority. This time she was indeed beaten. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. She bound a scarf tightly round the place where the blood seemed to be coming from.
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