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We're lost. Faugh!” She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between her long slim fingers. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. I learned of your betrothal, gleaned all the information I could simply by eavesdropping. “I have made no arrangements as yet— none at all. "This is the gentleman," observed Jonathan, introducing Trenchard to the Hollander, "who is about to intrust his young relation to your care.
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