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She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. That was what she was trying to make him understand. ” He groaned. There was something fatalistic about the letter H.
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